In this yonder wild
Nothing seems mild
I am like a child
In an adult competing field
What at all is life?
Puzzles and struggles’ wife
Always holding a knife
To cause unforgettable strife?
Why is each’s so different for each?
When airs for every nose teach
As suns for every normal eye preach
As rains for every visible pore reach
Bring the puzzles
I will prepare for the struggles
And prepare to face the gaggles
And sail on smooth seas after earning my paddle
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016