Roll over like mat unfolding

And let time be your roller

As you grow and wilt

You aid your hunters to feed

On flesh and blood meant for locomotion


We breathe but you step

Recording beautiful shames

Horrible tames

Gradual lames

And few exciting fames

So step with a crown on your secondic head


At least you have the promise of birth

No matter how far your date

Unlike those who may never be

Killed by your hunters before their time

So roll with the rhythms of time

And wilt by your very hand

You rolling days!!!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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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