Fortunate Without Poem by Michael Eziudo

If all I'd have were parents that others had
That have them a foundation upon which they stand
And gave them the counsel that is the compass they needed
And stood beside them when they needed to be held
And were their backbones then when they went in search for greener pastures
And life partners
A venture that quickened their steps
Like I don't let me not

If all I'd have were siblings that others had
That gave them the sweetness of the childhood journey into adulthood
That gave them their first experience of love
And their best knowledge of team work
That showed that blood is thicker than water
That knew their little secretes and taught them to unravel many more
Like the hole in a cave
And the cupboard behind the wall clock
Acts that'd help them become problem solvers and more
That laughed at them when they cried and consoled them when they're hurt and tired
And argued their cases when it was necessary to defend their stands in the homestead
Acts that taught them to be themselves without pretense
Like I don't let me not

If all I'd have were friends that others had
That were there for them in times of difficulty
And pulled them up when they're down and lowly
That get the news first whether it be good or bad
And admister first aid first
Or even first taste
That taught them to worry less and keep away fears for the knowledge of the fact
"I got homies who're got my back"
Oh what confidence it brews
More so when they're sure of the fact that iron sharpens iron
Like I don't let me not

Better I'd been no such fortunate a fellow som'
Because all I've had and do still
Is one that's been more than it for me from even before I tasted the colostrum
To the time of my spermarche the first step to life's all

Would my legs rub the mud while I'm stayed on his strong breasts
Will my head be falling in simpleton while I lean on his shoulders
With him I'm swifter than a gladiator with the swiftness of the cheetah
And as bold as a lion
Like a motherless chick I'm girded on his loin
Oh with this balm of Gilead
I fly without feeling the rough edges of the wind
And storm no not even a cause for catarrh
Death dares not stare

I'd be as useless as a salt-bathed earthworm
If all I'd have is man and not him
Like I don't let me not
I'd been this such fortunate a fellow som'