A Donkey Speaks… Poem by Dr John Celes

I am a beast of burden but
I toil for pittance fee;
My skin is thick and shabby too,
I am not much pretty.

Like horses brave, I cannot neigh,
And I can't sing but bray;
I cannot match their speed nor weigh;
I slog so hard my way.

I had my heydays years ahead,
When Mary left her place;
I took her to the manger's bed,
To Bethlehem by pace.

And Jesus rode upon my back,
To Jerusalem town;
The King of Kings was humble, poor -
A horse, he could not own.

I was beside the baby boy
Christ Jesus upon hay;
I heard the angels sing with joy
Hosanna on that day!

I patiently await the time
When God will end this world;
Then I will be a beast sublime,
Praising Almighty Lord.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 20-03-2016