A Ready Leraner Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Give ear to me if you have knowledge,
And hear my words oh wise men;
For my tongue is the pen of the ready writer.
Kiss me and be very warm with my love!
For the peace in your mind is like the joy of my muse;
But, a gift blinds the wise.
My mind is like the knowledge of a ready learner,
For the wise man's eyes are in his head;
And the beauty of an old man is his gray hair,
And like a sweet savour and a noted mind!
But the imagination of a man's heart is very evil from his youth,
And, i am crying out loud now without the moon.
Bread for the hungry and love for the lonely,
Pleasant words are as the honeycomb;
But, i went mourning without the sun.
Along the path of love and along the paths of peace,
But tired and weary in the month of Nisan;
So, tell the opposable thumbs who rules that,
Today, a legend is born in the midst of the people.