Analysis of Abracadabra

Write my name on your heart
If tomorrow never comes
It will suffice for me to know that
You kept the bond that we had...
But wait, what am I even saying?
Good deeds done by men
Will somehow find their way
into the hearts of men
They lay there, relax there and make the heart merry and cheery.
Good medicine, they become to the soul.
Was that not the full essence of man?
To be good and extend Goodness to their kind?
Yet, men are hostile to their kind
And they demand love from
The one who instructs them
To love their kind and be good to them.
Alas! Why should it take me so long
To know that I need not ask
For my name to be written...
No, for the very deeds I do
Will fulfil my wish in a way
You and I never imagined
Did I say "write my name on your heart?"
Did I also say "if tomorrow never comes?"
Take me not serious, for I found a way
To make that wish happen:
Call it Abracadabra if you wish
Yes, the more you look the less you see
But I did find a way:
To try Good anytime there is the temptation to do otherwise!
Not only will my name live
The thought of me will be a blessing
The way the maker ordained it.
~
Gladys Yaa Mantey
14 September 2021
12:46am
gladysmantey@yahoo.co.uk.