Eating Tomorrow's Yam
When cutting a tree in the forest
It is the wise who watch where it will fall;
the not-so-wise merely enjoy
the conquering edge of the axe.
There is only one yam left
in the village barn
the prodigal calls for a knife.
What shall we eat tomorrow,
the people ask,
If we finish all the yam today?
Just how shall we feel
when the dunghill has relieved
stomachs of their improvident burden?
And says the prodigal:
tomorrow will take care of itself;
how can we know the next day
If we die of hunger today?
Then the people reply:
how can we see tomorrow
if we eat its yam today?
They then cut the yam into seedlings
and plant tomorrow's harvest:
it is meet to live on herbs and grains today
if that ensures tomorrow's yam.
Thank you for reading.. Whats your view on the poem..
Upvote and comment
Happy New month..
Nice