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Sometimes I wish I were a broom

Strapped together with others

In a tight band

So I will never lack company

And like an eternal love,

Be together forever

I would hate to be a dropout

Because I wouldn’t want to be a child’s play

For in the hands of the child,

I know my bones will never be safe

Yes, I will stay true to my team

Fearing the wicked teeth of the incinerator

So old I will definitely grow in my band

Losing my height with every sweep

And go through dusts, filth and even defecation

Until our owners throw us out

Into the incinerator or dumpster

Where we may have helped in sending many

To be incarcerated

One thing will be for sure

Seeing the pain of others while in pain

Makes one’s pain less

That bond on unity till the end, I know,

Will be the balm to conquer all pain,

I wish I were a broom

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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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