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THE PREACHER
THE PREACHER
I thought myself a genius who knew all
from men's demeanour to good verse to write.
I blamed my kin for their misconduct here
and neighbours' acts for clear cowardice there.
I started to imagine l am great
till once my mind recalled my humble past.
I thought about my life and what l did;
I found myself worse than those l preached at.
I hid myself inside a garret where
I wept to clean my past, that was inane.
It was too stupid that to make amends
I set out to instruct for recompense.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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I thought myself a genius who knew all
from men's demeanour to good verse to write.
I blamed my kin for their misconduct here
and neighbours' acts for clear cowardice there.
I started to imagine l am great
till once my mind recalled my humble past.
I thought about my life and what l did;
I found myself worse than those l preached at.
I hid myself inside a garret where
I wept to clean my past, that was inane.
It was too stupid that to make amends
I set out to instruct for recompense.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
____________________________________
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