I Owe The World Poem by Abekah Emmanuel

Indeed I owe the world lots of gratitude,
So huge and in size that I cannot pay to the end:
Straight from the longitude to the latitude
Of my life, to many people, am deeply indebted.
To remain silent and dumb about this huge debt
Will make me an ingrate and a trash upon the earth.


When I take a deep and critical look into my past,
The sorrow, cries, and the condition of my family,
Though I cannot remember all to the last,
How home had sober because of poverty
And how daddy would work hard to avoid hunger,
Then I know, I owe them a better dinner.


I owe all my mates and friends, both old and new,
For their criticisms and suggestions towards my life:
Though I like many but only trust just a handy few
For few spoke the truth, while many, mere lies,
To some, paying in gold or silver may not be enough
And so I pray for long life and prosperity in their lives.


I owe my teachers, both those in school and at home,
It is their effort that has made me who I am,
With their instructions: usually canes and scold,
They developed my mind on which today I farm.
So what you are reading is among the skills I gained,
Though it wasn't easy, I went through lots of pains.


So you see, I indeed owe the world many thanks
Those whom I stepped on their feet,
Because I couldn't see through the dark,
Those who allowed me in the night to stain their sheets
Because I had nowhere to lay my burdened head
For them, I pray for timely supply of their daily bread.


But among all these debts stands one, very giant
Of which no amount of money can settle.
You increase this debt too, each day and night,
You may try to pay, but all your effort may be little.
And So I owe the world and so are you too,
But Whether you will pay or not, is all up to you.