THE BOWL OF ROLE

In every soul
Is a bowl of role
Which needs to be filled
Like a chimney needing coal
Once sluggishness poles
Hits abound
And just like hairs in the way
Combs uproot or slash
Leaving them dead within
No matter how long
They, among the living live
A thorough combing is all it takes
To make them leave their abode
To be stepped on or incinerated
I will fill my bowl of role
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

Tags MOTIVATIONAL POETRY, 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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