LOSING THE HOUSE OF GOLD

I said I needed you not

I said you were not that hot

I said I wouldn’t you bought

Even if you were a golden pot

 

I said you were not important

I said I needed no accountant

I said you were just an infant

That needed to learn like the little ant

 

I said, like all men, you were corrupt

I said you had one aim, to disrupt

I said you wanted to make me bankrupt

And asked you not to interrupt

 

But you should have known better

And treated me better

Proving me wrong

Singing your heart and body out in a good song

 

Then I could have considered

Instead of haven receded.

We both lost, before we preceded

When I pessimistically conceded.

  Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014