To Make Hay
Once
again on offer is the key to moving forward
Opportunity
many times offered pushed to tilter
Born
of one family left to float in Moses’ basket
Raised
bitter among lions bursting like thunder
Roaring,
spitting and spiteful fire at what not
Heart
filled, bile and brewed with spiked spices
Bitterness
so red it runs like river of stupidity
Smoky
sea easily ignited by silly sibling rivalry
Darkly
world of branches not seeing eye to eye
All
of these and more was my lot till this new tune:
So
this opportunity presented in floating feather
I
have grabbed still aware of the nonsense of old;
All
the tantrum like baggage of jumble in storage
All
be kept in view unlike friend ostrich head buried.