September 5, 2008

the best of my mother’s teachings
is all about good neighbourliness
she taught me how to be a good neighbour
if my neighbour does not have salt
and i have some my mother said i should give it to him
if my neighbour does not have money
and i have some i should lend it to him
if my neighbour borrows my car
and i am not using it i should give it to him
if my neighbour goes for a long journey
and leaves behind his family i should take care of them
my mother taught me to love my neighbour
to love him
to love his wife
to love his children
and to love his animals

so if my neighbour is out of town
and his wife is in need of something
something she surely has not
and that i readiy have
i should give it to her
because i love my neighbour’s wife
because that is good neighbourliness
this one time she comes
in need, real need of help
she asks me for a night
should i refuse?
but i am a good neighbour
i give her a good night
that is good neighbourliness
and i promised to be a good neighbour

good neighbourliness has no bounds
unless my mother forgot that bit
i love jesus
for my mother loves him and i love my mother
i must be a good neighbour
i should love my neighbour
i did my share
of being a good neighbour
i helped his wife
because i love her
so, if his daughters come to me
i shall help them too
because i love them
and if his househelp comes to me
i shall help her too
because i love her
i love my neighbour
i love his wife
i love his maid
for that is good neighbourliness

 Comments: 3


    Life Is Not A PoemLife Is Not A PoemPhoto Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketLife is not a poemeye cannot make it rhymeit has no swayor motion nothing to decide.Live and pray then loveEat and leave the past behindLove and hurt and loveHope that you are tasteHope that she can want youEven in her hasteHope that she will want youIn her places that she goesHope that she can use youTo mend the heart so full of holesthe loss of all the pastand all the life thatshe had then to leave behindher losses and her darknessfor today she made me smilereal life is not a poem and is painfulafter all is said and done the smile has won.

  2. anapolojetik

    You are right, Charlax,Life is not a poem!!Poems are rhymesor sometimes mimesmimed at timeslife like poemsby similar aimsnot by namesmust rhymerhyme, rhyme and rhymein life

  3. anapolojetik

    @Charlax,I cant help going back to your poem “Life is not a Poem”! It is such a brilliant piece. At the time that I responded, I hadnt caught your use of ‘eye’. It is just amazing what poetry does with words.I had to go to your blog to know what ‘eye’ was…now I know. LOL!!!Love and hurt and love!!!

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