Think about the lost lessons of old The green leaves offered by archaic strongholds Which become cooks in the hands of time And taken as seen by legends and myths Think about the best part of you That is always ahead scouting for wisdom Begging yesterday to become tomorrow wisely Still begging for favour from dignity from above Think about the crying point of you That rues in the quiet about mistakes That waits to make amends with friends and neighbours. And keeps wanting to get better with impressions. Think about the blind side of you That takes the wrong as right in the matter of Achieving an end prompted by gullible zealousness And painted by fallacies not fallacies at work. Think about the reasonable part of you That understands the light in every action and inaction That feels the need to stop and just go on That feels guilty of smearing dignity in demeaning colours
