In my tired dream
I crossed a vast stream
And saw Love gleam
I caught a hold of its seam
And asked that he had a chat with me,
I can’t tell for sure if his sure was a beam
“I am not a dog
To do all your bidding
I am a servant in the beginning
Then master at the end
Wherever I go
The early visitation should be your tutoring
If the other hands become your blanket
Mouth becomes your smoke,
Eyes become your television,
And chest becomes your warmer,
Then that will be you failing your test
After the sweetness in my gum runs out
That is the time seas of tears become your task
And heartbreak your punishment
You should know this by now”
Oh, I see.
So you are like a school,
We payin vain our fee
If we do not learn to pass the tests
When we take to the fun aspect,
We fail miserably and become fools?
:”Exactly!
But tell no other,
Let them dance in their thoughtlessness
Like you have until today
Maybe they will meet me in their dreams too
When their burdens become too much
And I may help them like I’m helping you.”
I can’t promise you that
But I may conceal it in an ink
Where many fail to touch.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
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