Holding On
We were taught:
“do unto others
as you want done to you.”
Now we live by:
“do unto others
as they will do to you.”
No one gives
what they would deny themselves.
I feel you most
when the room is empty,
and lose you
when you everywhere is full of you.
What you give
returns as a mirror.
We buried the old law,
but its stones still weigh our pockets.
We speak grace easily,
yet measure our lives
with old scales.
So we walk forward,
With hands full of yesterday
A poem Written by S Kojo Frimpong
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