Treasure Island

Edward Kofi Louis

(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Dropout


Vision, vision, vision!
Don't be a dropout when you have no vision;
But use what you can to fight on till you become somebody.
When you see people nicely dressed,
You will think that they have no problems;
But visit them in their various homes and you will hear enough,
For we all have problems in this world!
Don't be a dropout but rather fight on to be yourself,
For you have something special ad i have something special too;
Because a blind Frenchman (Louis Braille) invented Braille in 1829!
Epic love and epic poems,
I am no dragonfly but a man of wisdom on a mission!
So don't be a dropout on your dreams;
For we cam all do something on this earth.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 26, 2010

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