Pearling

Don’t regard these words as mere 

It’s tale of a man that’s rare 

Who found a highly-priced Pearl 

And returned to sell his wares 

Understanding that life’s got no spare

And its Judge, never fair

I valued all that’s dear,

To maximize my allotted share

I’m on a journey to somewhere

Even when I walk with soles bare

Sheer pain makes my eyes red

Still, I’ll pray and adhere

Enemies may haul spears

On my path they set snares

I won’t give in to my fears

I’ll care-less about my cares

I’ve spent the past years collecting wears

Investing treasures in Gears and China-wares

But now I’m ready to give them up as fares

To possess my discovered pearl

The one I hold dear,

may refuse to follow me there

Folks may think I’m drunk with beer

But in the end we won’t be judged as pair

Many regarded my claim as mere

It sounds insane in their ears

To them the future aint clear

But to me, with brightness appear

I regard them as not of the same tier

I’ve decided to change my gear

They’ll keep following me in the rear

Cos I’m going far and not near

Before I go, get this clear!

The world is ruled by ideas

And yours may be your Pearl

If you’ll pursue and Dare

Then life will reward you in arrears!

Written by O’dayo Afolabi for Pearling