I am merely a man,
And like every man,
I tend to fear.
But no, I do not fear failure,
Because I know I am merely human,
So every time I fall down the steps of life,
I can just pick myself back up and climb the stairs once again.
No, I do not fear embarrassment,
Because it is easy to hide an embarrassed face,
With a mask of laughter and happiness.
No, I do not fear the men in the alleyway,
Threatening me with their knives and guns,
Because if I am to die tonight,
I know I’ll be heading somewhere bright and filled with light.
But the one thing I fear the most,
Concern the things I do before I die,
The things that I will miss out throughout my life,
And the skills and gifts that I will fail to acknowledge,
Because like fruits,
If I take too long to eat from the fruit,
They will eventually rot and die.
No longer edible,
And have to be thrown away from my sight.
So what I fear the most is the day
when I fail to take a bite from the fruit basket of skills
that God has so graciously given me.
The day when the skills starts to disappear from my life,
The day when I will no longer be able to write a single rhyme.