A CALL TO SERVICE By OYEDEPO MOSES

                                                                                        

         A little bird whispered into my ears.

           The sonorous inner voice of a waiter.

           Hit me like a ton of bricks falling.

           Calling me to tend to my father's garden.

           But I tightened to my bed like a drum.

 

            Then the little bird's voice became louder,

            So, I screamed like a hooting car.

            I am not a waiter, I cannot serve.

            Thinking that I was right, but it is a bait that annihilates.

            

             Service is greatness, Greatness is service.

             I thought service was a pathway to greatness.

             But the little bird called out extremely loud.

             Service is greatness on its own.

             Everyone desires greatness but Greatness seats on service

             To do this, I jacked to action instantly

             With an oblong handle fitted with a blade tool

     I devoured the garden's greens like a prolific striker

     Though required lengthy things indicated by a clock

      I still obeyed the call to be great.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Oyedepo Moses Isaac 

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