Man is lonely at birth, they say <br />Even when his dreams keep him company; <br />We all need dreams to move on, <br />To save ourselves from death. <br />Gloom is death, <br />Deflation concomitant with <br />Not knowing what to do; <br />A miserly scrape here and there <br />Brings nothing until we use our gifts; <br />There is buried in us <br />A truest calling loud and clear and sharp <br />That must persuade us to success; <br />Some were born to use their heads, <br />Others their hands or legs or bodies, <br />Each with his spirit, his destiny, <br />His truth; <br />No one better, no one worse; <br />We are all born to search and find, <br />To ask and receive, <br />to knock and be opened to; <br />I am me, you are you, <br />Onyenachia <br />Munachim.<br /><br />samuel nze<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/onyenachia-munachim/
