WHO ARE WE KIDDING?

It is when death knocked

That I saw that life has not me forked

Crying for an end, I reckoned was just lip service

If not, I would have entered that bottled and have it cocked

But no,

I RUN

With legs and strength I knew not existed in my bones

Who is kidding who?

Me kidding myself?

It really is funny

The things we say but do not mean

Through its hurdles and pains

I realize that we still love

And would do anything for this earth

We still love

And would still battle death as one

No matter our differences

So who am I kidding?

Who are you too, in these shoes of mine kidding?

You don’t want to end it

As much as I don’t want to end it

So mouthy me

Close now and don’t dare death.

       Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.