Do Not Make Your Body Your Best Poem by David Olusanya

Do not make your body your best,
for beauty is a beast bereft brains;
Else you'll be a memorial jest-
a mockery monument, dressed for the drains.

Shall you thrive for the spoils of life?
And loot the lots
to become as a desolate wife.
What shall succeed your possessive plots?

Vanity allures your mundane monuments,
and shall glory at the desires of destruction.
They shall be remembered in forgotten moments,
and yet be consumed by the cankerworms of corruption.

Live today for the tales of tomorrow;
Rather than be forgotten in remembered sorrow.
For life is measured by its donations,
and not by all its attributions.

David O. Olusanya