My Creed. Poem by Tony Adah

I will toil and toil
In my own way
Content with my own
Drib and drab achievements
I will bulge to no sound from any one
Asking me to take more than I need
When others languish in dearth.

I will take my hand
And wipe the tears
From the eyes of the world
And If the world cares
I will loan its own hand too
As slow as it will be to this.

But the world itself is
Becoming an old brick wall
Crumbling away and this creed
Is an echo reverberating
A renaissance to rebuild.