DEBT OR FELICITY
There was a father in the house
a mother and a sister dear.
There were some neighbours who would call.
Where are their motion and their cheer?
The younger sister’s now alone.
She sits so puzzled what to do.
She thinks of those who moved the place
and roused her anger; now aren’t here.
The place is dear; it can recall
the child in me, as was to all.
They gave me all the joy they could
and when they needed me, they passed.
I am so glad they left who were
so dear to them, siblings and home.
I’ll treat them like my heart and eyes
to please them first and then my soul.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 8:30 AM UTC
DEBT OR FELICITY
There was a father in the house
a mother and a sister dear.
There were some neighbours who would call.
Where are their motion and their cheer?
The younger sister’s now alone.
She sits so puzzled what to do.
She thinks of those who moved the place
and roused her anger; now aren’t here.
The place is dear; it can recall
the child in me, as was to all.
They gave me all the joy they could
and when they needed me, they passed.
I am so glad they left who were
so dear to them, siblings and home.
I’ll treat them like my heart and eyes
to please them first and then my soul.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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