Oh! I float like a helium balloon at a poetry-fest
Breath of syllables, how can a poet ever rest?
For explorers, fulfilment lies at Mount Everest
Like that bold badge on a veteran’s weary chest.
I know not all there is to know
I know not how to make a flake of snow
So,
While others hunt for fulfilment
with Cupid’s arrow and bow
I find it in forgiving and not cursing my foe
I find it in letting go; giving a hand; helping him heal
And in offering my pound of flesh in my brother’s deal.
This poem was published in the November 2021 Edition of the WSA Magazine
Read – Wistful Wishes – A Poem by Jewo Oghenetega – Nigeria
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