Come And Eat. My Bread Is Ready Poem by David Olusanya

Come and eat. My bread is ready,
I have baked it with my time.
It is brown and bromate free,
You don't have to pay a dime.

This is a delicious unleavened bread;
Eat this one and hunger no more.
It is with this that princes were bred,
And even kings that reigned afore.

Let this bread surfeit your belly,
It is a sacred meal of life;
A means unto wisdom against man's folly,
It shall save your soul from strife.

Every man is a means unto another,
A leading light, a bridge of hope.
Just like the proceed of a travailing mother,
Each man is a banquet to many that mope.

Wealth without wisdom is a waste of grace,
Food for famine and fatness for folly.
Rejoice in the little that smiles up a face,
Than regret on the lots that churns the belly.

Immortality is an idiom of selflessness;
Live as a sweet story to be buried in a book,
Hold unto humanity as your business
And you shall be a living brook.

Have a bite and pass it on,
What you have had always been;
A left over from those that've gone,
The reason the field is still green.

I have baked with my pen,
To pay a visit to your mind.
Pass this piece to many men,
That what they own is with it, to be kind.

David O. Olusanya