Candid Candy curbs and corrects
Caring, cleaning, cozying to contest
Like a combatant cruising in quest
Candy came from charity’s crest
II
Candy is a caring goddess un-bored
Giving and hoarding good to be stored
Candy blows storms poo poo poo Lord
Until freeze-ice is thoroughly thawed
III
When Candy lies in the arms of sick
Burning in fever in weakness’ wick
She becomes the hateful dead hen’s chick
Pity and blame tongues do hurtfully lick
IV
Candy cries calling comfort
Comfort comes and canes sick’s fort
She wakes and thanks God for her lot
And continues her care without a vengeful dot
Light can never hide until it completely dies
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015
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