BY GLORIA O’KOYE
Giving the world the best quality
At the cost of consistency in energy,
Without refilling the cup.
Burning out like a flickering wick
Which had been charred with countless scars.
It was only a matter of time
When even the most compassionate
Have had enough.
Human love cannot always be taken for granted,
Regrets will be like the Nile during annual floods.
Remembering what prosperity felt like
Before the long and lonely droughts.
Stop mistreating those who care,
A wise teacher once said
To offer back the first fruits before harvesting,
To replenish gifts that were generously continuing.
In order for the cycle of give and receive to rotate in harmony,
Know the worth of genuine and pure love,
With good intention.
See blessings come forth and bless the tables
Who have renewed weary hearts.
Expect a grand opening of delights
With no hesitation.
