Reflections Poem by Kingsley Egbukole
Reflections
A thought this morn
I spare this soil I crunch
Under my feet it groan
Where hitherto I ignore
Bit if backed and smoked
Will my sole not scald in burn?
If iced and frozen
Will I not congeal in blood?
If washed and eroded
Will I not slip a fall?
And if it dies
Hmm! Where will my feet then rest
But on the corpse of my spoil.
(Thursday 25th January,2001,8.15am)
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5/4/2024 10:34:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Memories! ! Reflections. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks dear poet friend.