WON'T GIVE UP: A Poem

WON'T GIVE UP

I watched, transfixed

As the lame man

Worked speedily

On an intricate basket weave.

Scores of exquisite, colourful baskets,

Trays and coasters;

All made with his gnarled fingers.

I looked at my healthy legs, hands,

And said;

I won't give up.

I watched, stupefied

As the orphaned teen,

Tall and gaunt from hunger,

But alive and fearless;

Her mind sharp in a game of chess.

Winning a prize money;

A dream come true.

I looked at my healthy body,

And said;

I won't give up.

I listened, astounded 

As an HIV patient,

Sick but hopeful;

Speaking to hundreds of youths,

His voice melodious and sonorous.

Speaking from the heart

On healthy choices,

Happy possibilities.

I looked within,

And said;

I won't give up.

By Kirsten Okenwa