It’s true that it Must Be Nice
to want and receive
and try and succeed-
it Must Be Nice to be happy,
and to be content.
good to be in love
and for once afford life’s rent.
So strength to myself in cramped time frames,
restlessness and absent priority:
and unfulfilled potential.
and strength to my family above the equator
Children of oil, tears and palm wine.
Strength to God who neither sleeps nor slumbers
and knows he’s my base although my heart wanders,
Yes, it Must Be Nice.
but this beckons desire, not reality
Because life grants a vacuum
and nothing more,
“Must Be Nice” is my vanity
and God is my cure.