No money on ground

when young, we built castles, palaces in the air
but nobody mentioned that life is not fair
that if you climb too high
the fall will make you cry
that children have no knowledge of life’s affair

the castles remain in the sky above ground
where nothing but white, blue, and clouds can be found
so to feed, we must farm
no clue we need an arm
to till, to plant so in our sweet dreams, we drowned.

Victor Oyedele