Differing Similarity, Josh Oyiki, 3rd Year, Athlone Community College
Two sycamore seeds soaring through the air,
one lost in the wind, found in despair,
one steadfast, mighty, galloping as a horse,
found fortune and luck ridden in his course.
Lost in the world with nowhere to go,
All on his own, tos-sed and thrown,
“Good things come in time” a fib he told
himself patiently waiting, twisting and turning.
Struggling when gliding, frowning while moaning.
The savage storms and vicious winds traversed,
until all hope was lost and landed, him cursed.
In dretched marsh, drowning and dying
In a deathbed of mud, doleful we mourn,
A pitiful sight of which we scorn.
Poor sycamore seed could’ve been so much more
A plight so forced unable to take flight,
of what could have been; this wrong not right.
Rich sycamore seed will thrive be grand, be strong,
Be tall a tree who will have faced nothing wrong
Of a wealth so fortunate; a life gotten by chance,
knew not of strife, ignorant in his stance.
Poor sycamore seed woke up revived
Of renewing winds marvelous in his eyes,
Poor too became rich, now landed graciously
For now known to him was a life extr’ordin’ry.
We see two paths: one straight, one crooked
Outwardly similar, differing in nature.