Poem — Reincarnation
A banter between the old and new life
To the seed I said
Why do you want to live when I want to be dead?
Then it said
You blew it instead
Carelessly you tread
God’s signs you either misread
Or left them unread
Hold on hold on I blurted
You got it all wrong Mr. Smart head
He made me poor and so I struggled for bread
I worked harder each day but my bank accounts stayed red
Never did I have a good night’s sleep in bed
Love was another meal I was never fed
A bouquet of thorns on my head
With defeat, pain and sorrow I’ve bled
You know nothing, you’re just barking in your shed
Oh is it what you thinking happened Mr. Ted
God made you smart but from studies you always fled
The relationships that were sent to you “I do” they all said
You can’t be taught to forgive and also to introspect instead
Lotteries, bonuses, inheritances and gifts were frequently in your account credited
Lavish expenses, splurging money were the sins you committed
Empty bank balances were signs from God to change your way ahead
To nurture and grow was all that was needed
Though I’ll be your re-incarnation after you’re dead
I take no pride in what you attempted
Shall try and right your wrongs as God has suggested
This time around this life will be exactly as anticipated
