WISE FOOLISHNESS

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The spine of a leaf
Will bend to betray dew drops
If the drops become too heavy
As to cause it to break
The hardness of a tortoise back
Does not mean it can carry a tractor
As the dog hops to catch flies
Which digs its wound to cause it pain
So will hands clap to kill mosquitoes
If it fails to leave their blood

I know the anthill has many inhabitants

But still makes room for its builders
Laugh like a jingle bell
Belch like a satisfied lion
Hop like a baboon which smells a pleasant pain
Run like an antelope
Dig like a rat
Step like an elephant
Only if I get to keep me all
For your living rights
Must pause to think
Where my breath hunts its oxygen
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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