In blooming,
A Bacchanalian orgy is exciting
A farther travelling of our times
Make it a soggy living.
Partying tiredness sets in
As we near our holes of eternal rest
A noise we jumped with
Becomes an unfunny scare
Thoughts of fun no longer feature showing off
Tranquillity is peace not freedom uncensored
Every foot of year comes with an eye opener
Of unnecessary blunders we blindly committed
Life hides the most wisdom
From the eyes of the teen
The slow unwrapping of true living
Is a killer with no antidote
Why must we get the full view
When we are almost in our eternal holes?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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