Age must be a curse

Especially when it comes with an empty purse

No one thinks to take a guess

If at a point it was worth something, this mess


Even shit once had a price

Many might have fought for them with audience and money dice

But saying this will not suffice

A mouth recapitulation will sound like lies


I stood tall among my many peers

And couldn’t count my many honoured dears

Caring not what time does clears

Could care less if I’d have a hearse


I changed my sticks like I changed my shoes

I cared less about the many boos

What was life’s don’ts and dos?

Charley man, let fools chase the goose


Time got tired and connived with age

And what they did is what’s on this stage

It looks like I’ve never known the colour beige

So you wear them and curse my cage


Sometimes I think we must all go through

This pot of life and have us the fire brew

So when we come out and see the crew

We’ll talk of how our foolishness flew.

     Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.


Please show compassion for the elderly. All are born children but sadly, not all children get to be old. The graver their mistakes, the more you have to learn from. Thank you.

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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