At seven
Brethren
Mummy promised heaven
When eleven
Heavily laden
She went to and never came in;
Daddy was too ailing
And the family so derailing
You say blessed life
Life with heavy breathe
And troubled wealth
All in waning health.
We feel the bad of every good
And the fall of every move
Blessed life they say
To some it is out of the way
Because they cannot make hay
Even in a brighter day
(Feb.2009, Adabraka-Kumasi)
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