The little Sun and the little Moon stand on my land

Competing for me to wear their bands, oh poor Sky!

But they look like dark small tools, so I cry.

How will I explain this to the little Stars when they land?

That these young lads were the only options in choosing in the dry?

Certainly not. I will rather fry

Than make the Moon take over day and the Sun take over night, interfering with a hi,

When the clouds want to lie.

I will, for neither, wear no band

This Sky will rather be vacant and mine, rather than go sorrowfully awry.

At least, these hands of mine will be free from a tie

As I lie.

Because no matter their pampering, their end may stink like a pig’s sty.

     Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©2014.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)


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