Tuesday, 13 March 2018

COUNT YOUR TEETH



The tears heave so much in my eyes
I just have to shed them
And see if new ones will come by

My mum use to say “count your teeth with your tongue”
But my confinement lacks white pebbles
The gates of my mouth are fallen

My tongue is illiterate
It has a faint knowledge of arithmetic
I can’t count; I end up biting my tongue in many occasions

It is not helpful to expect success and blessing at every turn of life
Sometimes when my personal failure to observe life’s limit come to my attention
I carefully consider the use of my pen to refocus my attention

I do this with the pureness of my heart
This is the mark of my commitment to self development
My pendulum has swung from fear to courage

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