Personal Thoughts

Personal Thoughts

Ha, sad to imagine the demise
Of my literary existence.
Scary to imagine the fate
Of my academic garden of Eden.
The tree of knowledge that stood me out;
Appetising fruits stacked in shelves
I move in, to peep and take a bite daily
From my sumptuous table of belles-lettres
Then I wonder about my offspring's choices
Destinies dressed in academic delicacies
What of non-acedamic delicacies?
From offspring who share different aspirations?
I am perturbed as a civilised but sinful Adam
As I inquire from Solomon, my grand child
Natural fruits and Adamic delicacies
I could not help but wonder aloud:
Could all of these be called VANITY