Self Poem by Dare Olaajiki
Self
Is this what life is all about
Is this what humans are made of
The daily dominant words are
Me, My, Mine and Myself
Nobody sees the other
Everyone sees nothing but themself
I'll do this and that
All for who? Oneself
Even the fittest man is short sighted
We dont or are unable to read others
Hustling is a tag for somebody who has tapped into all zones
But what does he get dissapointment
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