All my complaints in life now lay on mats of unimportance
As my eyes travel across the length and breath of this healing place
Children saddled with ails unfair
Parents wearing the looks of fear
Making God seem like a myth without care
Suddenly, the money for my rent dissipates from the list of my despair
The money for my fees erases itself from the same list it shares
The possible relationship failure disappears
And the load of my worry is replaced
By the crying hearts of parents who rightly are safety crazed
…for their wards
…at any cost and for any reward
The tears and cries of those who have lost their young
Shake the very foundation of the strong
Wealth suddenly gets no place to belong
As all, life for theirs long
How did my vain worries, all my life, turn loads
Crying my nights like over-energetic toads
…and forcing me to travel the lengths of rocky roads?
How did my vain needs turn wardens
Locking my freedom in the prison of burdens?
Even angelic lives are not guaranteed to stay
Why the need to feed our souls with troubles which can no death agent pay?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 22, 2022