Sheepish The Lion Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Sheepish The Lion



The Sheepish Lion
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Sunday, January 9,2011, @6: 59 PM

It's a dirty rotten shame
Chance has never given to play the game
Not even a farthing left to my name
Now who is really to blame?

No one so back from where I came
Sought out fortune and fame
Everything remains the same
The pauper I became

The waters now inflame
The wild lion now tame
Fires now enflame
Onetime associates now disclaim

Friends, now I rename
Diligently they took aim
For my name they now defame
O so true for they are so lame

On mountains high, I shall exclaim
The greatness of god I proclaim
Great is the meaning of my surname
Slender is my frame

My self-worth I now reclaim
For the world I now set aflame
No longer a laptop but a mainframe
My exploits the media won't ever acclaim

Sunday, January 9, 2011
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Wilfred Mellers

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Kinston, Jamaica, West Indies
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