Tagging along the rustic path

I see an ending full of gloom

It is more like a tricky math

That requires minds to fully zoom


I see the maker crooking the path

Which tells of a danger loom

I wish I had many a strong lath

To support the path to make more room


But all brains love the path

And all eyes see no doom

Who am I to cause a fuss

This tinny winny voiceless lad.

  Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 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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