He’s frail

And death’s quail

But deserves a hail

For standing on three legs after a fail

Of life’s success jail


None knows his fears

None can count his tears

None thinks of his years

None knows how he all bears

It seems none cares


He may have been treated fair

Or not based on his white hair

All the lost teeth are not rare

So none knows the battles they lost fair

Now he and his walking stick are a bonded pair


Man of steel!

Please grant me an audience and I a meal

And tell me how you all these challenges killed

To be  here where you see beyond the stilled

For I know it couldn’t have been easy


Some are hooting

Others impatient and stone shooting

Others angry and your name shouting

But I do squat in hailing

For all your tests which lie in the gutters after failing

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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