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.

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