Here’s a tale about one mango,

Whose end was not in a basket of fruit.

Green with envy, he originated from the town of Bissau,

And wished that soon, like the golden ripe, he would be tended to.


As days passed, he watched and anticipated,

Craving admiration, from the garden’s horticulturist.

But the story was unchanged, he felt unwanted,

And in harvest time, he was always missed.


When eventually he was ripe and in his prime,

He swayed with pride, gloating before the ‘still green’ others.

The fruit basket evaded him, though it was time,

And his impatience grew, and greater were his wonders.


He would swing about behind the leaves of the tree,

Trying to be conspicuous enough so he could be plucked.

Till one day, he made a fall, landing among the weeds,

And his efforts had only brought him the hardest of luck.


The fruit basket was nothing now but a dream shattered,

And he lived in shame, under a pile of dead leaves.

Such was the fate of a mango, overzealous,

And sadly many are ‘mangoes’ in this life of dreams.


7 thoughts on “MANGO DOWN

  1. So true, we all want to be noticed. Sadly some think they should be seen first only to fall like this poor mango. James chapter three gives a slightly different look but the results are the same in the end.


    1. Hello my friend! I’ve been busy with school. Sorry for my late reply. That is a good scripture reading that all should read. Thank you for your comment. Have a happy Easter!


      1. Hello to you , as well. Hope school has gone well. No apologies necessary. I do have a tendency to recommend scriptures for any number of reasons. As far as Easter goes, I wish you a happy Easter, too, but what most people fail to realize is that the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus should be celebrated each “first day” of the week, every week all year long, not just once a year as so many do; especially on Easter…….:)

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