A GIFT FOR ONE, A GIFT FOR ALL

                     A GIFT FOR ONE, A GIFT FOR ALL. 

                         

In my sleep yesterday I saw,

Ten clochards crawling to my door,

With shrivelled hands, they begged for aliments,

And slobbered fast in mawkish contentment

“A gift for one, a gift for all” they begged,

While sobbing in sorrow for all their dead

Whose quest was the same as one  

To plead then feed anew at dawn

Through my window I peered at the wretched souls

And wished I had enough to fill their empty bowls.

Save from the porridge boiling in my silver pot

I knew I had nothing these lots would ever want

But as quick as they had come, they varnish

And convict my heart for being so churlish

“I worked my palms numb to get that meal” I say

Chiding the good voice that keeps my heart at bay

An awful deed I knew I had done

By hoarding a gift meant for everyone

“A gift for one, a gift for all” I now knew

Would have saved so much with that few

Written by Chinedum Odiaka













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