FLEETING

The reins of reigns is slippery
Like a smooth skinned fish
In slimmy waters
A firm hold is no mandate of ownership
As many interruptions await
Hand in hold might get tired
Or be hit to lose
Or even be cut to fall
Coups abound in crowned seas
And the waves differ by each day
Not to talk of different hands
Growing more skillful by the day
It will be wise to know
To love
To respect
And to prepare to fall
No matter how fast you gallop
Then the ground will harm to heal
And not break in to you bury
A word to the wise…
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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