The Humble
THE HUMBLE
I remain humble
And see myself unable
I see others stronger
More powerful and greater.
This is the more reason and pointer
That I don't have a competer
This makes me feel relaxed
And think not of being taxed.
I am never eager for the world.
I regard this my sincere word.
Everything has it's appointed time.
It will one day come to lime.
I call you my master.
Don't feel I do that with sinister.
But the truth reveals it's self
In true pictures half half.
I call them my seniors ,
So, they feel they are my seniors.
I call them my leaders,
So they feel they are my leaders.
This is what the life likes.
They then call you good, fine, the likes.
The life is crooked,
Then becomes straight.
A. I. Muye.
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