JEALOUS

These hands

Merging with this mind

In the present

I do envy

Because they are what I give life to

But will live on forever

The staff of the limper

Limping into nothingness

Surely decays or turns into firewood

But these I’m giving life to

Are empowered to beat me,

My great great generations

And others to come

In the realm of life

I, in my melancholy

Envy this part of me

Though its gift of remembrance lives

And really wish I could be it

Being born out of thoughts

And living on forever

Tags Death, Life

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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