BEAUTY IN BONES?

Pleasure of flesh has waned 
Time has contributed to them being maimed 
Flesh is always at work, in order to be tamed 
While bones whine all the time to have them as cover. 
When trees were the summer huts, 
And fresh fruits were in their natural abundance 
The singer birds woke us to promising mornings of tilling the land 
The fresh leaves showed their funny sides and made us smile 
The natural cool water penetrated our skins and cooled us from within 
And we ate as we wished, without thinking of the body 
Now everything has changed 
There are little or no natural things 
So the body becomes a workaholic, 
A workaholic who pays cash to have pain 
In order to stay the same. 
Oh monstrous time! 
Torturous time! 
I wish you could go back to take away all the accusing fingers 
For the non-working bodies, 
Wishes they say are not chariots, hmmm! 
              Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.