Give me minstrels’ seats and not be late; <br /> <br />sit with me in one that I may ask you <br /> <br />the reason why some of you <br /> <br />are still worrying yourselves on why late <br /> <br />some of your flesh and blood marry, <br /> <br />or ev’n at all refuse to get marry. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Give me these seats <br /> <br />that I may comfortably sit <br /> <br />to tell our elders the gospel truth <br /> <br />that was in the beginning: <br /> <br /> ‘This is the bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh’. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Give me your listening ears that you may hear <br /> <br />that you’re the causes of some of their curses, <br /> <br />having made ‘em chain in your wick’d customs, <br /> <br />making ‘em costly like Christmas cows, <br /> <br />having made ‘em held in your wicked spells. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Give me my own seat <br /> <br />because you have refus’d to sit <br /> <br />and hear me declaim that some have refus’d, <br /> <br />and made their bodies the Holy Temple of God <br /> <br />serving the Only God, <br /> <br />whom they have fall’n in love with, saying: <br /> <br /> ‘No weapon fashions against me shall succeed! ’ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Give me your ear <br /> <br />that I may tell you that two heads bett’r than one; <br /> <br />but in some, one is one problem; two but two problems, <br /> <br />for marriage is good in patience.<br /><br />Eche Ononukwe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/worry-not-yoursel-vs/
