Good poor, Bad rich

Wired as a calm gentleman
Kind in spirit, deep from soul
Right from the break of dawn
And till the sun decides to rest.

From the right, the moon waxes
I never change arm when it wans
Honesty being my watchword
From young as I grow old.

But there is this unease
Of bridging wires in my head
Sparking fires that questions my
“Wait-for-your-turn” pertain of growth…

Looking at how the current flows
Bringing sufferings and great odds
To the life of a gentle breath
On earth, good seems far from wealth.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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