Once Upon Door And Window Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

DOOR:
What makes you think you work more than I do?
Many legs go through this my little belly and
Kick me hard on my head yet, I complain not.
Why do you complain always little dumb window?
This journey of life is a gradual one,
Stop complaining and laying blames because it won't
Get you anywhere.
I am door and you are window, I am who I am and
You are who you are; created in a unique way,
Why compare yourself with me and my kind.
You can't be me and I can't be you, window.
Get wisdom my dear window and live!
Why belittle yourself?
Why clamour to do more when the little you are doing, you complain always?




WINDOW:
Only the man that wears shoes knows where it hurt him;
The man that swallow a coconut have confident in his anus, dear Door.
I know I complain more like a lazy teacher in the class but bear with me and, allow me to say my mind,
Because we gain nothing from being dumb and silent.
Sometimes, somewhere and someday, we all must
Die and go to an unknown place where we know nothing of but; why don't we enjoy ourselves now?
The earth is too hard, the sun treat me like a fool,
The wind hit me here and there and, humans blow me
When they feel like hitting me and later, I becomes wood to them and charcoal in dark, why life then?
I was cut from a wood, process and made to become
A window that works more than a horse.
Are you not tired of your own life, dear Door?