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.