YE WHO TIRE WANTING TO RETIRE

In this here sphere where horrors of life unfold
With its cheers and fears, honour and their cold
If we sit like queers in slumber and loss
How will we brave odds of successes’ chores?

II
So you here wake at dawn and work
And you there work at night to shirk
…your complaining blurts
…your paupering hurts
To fill the nil with gainful bills
Instead of the option of suicide pills

III
For death needs no rushing to embrace
Death needs no competition to amaze
A sure hole where wealth and the poor will taste
Is there a need to run into its daunting waste?

IV
You can think love and food
You can think smiles and good
You can joke and laughter
You can think cold and shelter
You can think friends and family
You can think strengths in tragedy
You can think life and pleasures
You can dream rest and treasures

V
So live to glow
And glow to grow
Great gardens grasp attention in their bloom
So yield to the hateful grooming acting doom
That shine awaits your tired soles
To enrich and happily perfect your brave souls
Your beloved so this require
Ye who tire wanting to retire
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 18, 2021