Man’s true worth

Is sometimes hidden

Beneath life’s fixed antique stone

Of the life lived and yet to be lived

He lives and dies,

With dreams yet to be dreamed.

His mind periodically fathom,

in an imaginative flash.

But his eerie wisdom applies sceptism,

to crush his vision to reason.

Distrust from uncertainty disables him

Fantasy alone decorates his mind.

Since to have a wing is to fantasize.

To flap his wing is the unthinkable.

His dream eventually fades away,

his true worth recedes with it.

Man quits trying when dream dims.

He is only but glad to return,

to his realistic life.

A life too realistic,

for his life’s true worth.

Florence Ezekafor

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