MAN IS A WELL

Wells are dug from up the pregnant earth
Until gravels are thrown out
Then frogs flee to croak
Whiskers of rats hide to rise
In corners marked with axe
Strength of muscles show
In layered rocks
Forcing broadness for better views
The beauty of its sweats, colourful
Digging continues
Until waters fill sacks of life
Few are blessed in thirst quenching
Many are the blessed in multiplications
Many are those drowned in disappointments
And much more are those drowned
In the cruelty of the waters
Until the waters dry
And fill itself with dust
Man is a well

Tags #AFRICAN POETRY., MAN, men, POETRY.

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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