Fragile Poem by Itohan Stephanie #

Make room for your neighbour
You might not have the luxury to see them tomorrow, death might take them away, so be kind
Make room for the stranger the wind of life blew towards your shore
Make room for the homeless you are no better than them

Make room for the poor, they give your wealth meaning,
without poverty, wealth will have no Monetary
Make room for the sick, without them your health will have no value
Make room for the lonely battling solitude

Without them what use is friendship
Life is fragile, make room for people
Make room for the blind
For without them what use is your sight
Make room for the crippled
For without them what use are your legs
Make room for deaf
For without them what use are your ears


Make room for the orphan without them what use parenthood
Let your kindness be shown, not performed
Make room for the widow without them what use is marriage
Make room for the Barren
Without them what use is your offspring's

Nothing is promised
Life is like a busy market
Every one busy minding their stock
Some go home earlier than others
But everyone has to go home
When their stock is accomplished
Life belongs to no one, but GOD