Treasure Island

Agboyi Felix

(24-03-1993 / Ghana)

Lessons From The Poem


Ye Lit. without a blade that slash like a sword and mend like glue. Ye that can sharpen and turn blunt, what soo strong power, to keep me at quil and sheet! ? Ye that penetrates glasses without crack, what daring might! ? Wooing, wooing, flooded with emotions of thousands, but summerised in lines. At days' rejection, ye teach, to pen the parchs to clear sober hearts. Growing and learning as a lesser brush, is worth the best. Ye guide thoughts to be wise in greys and that, I sit and wonder; what sober heart delights not in the poem! ?

Submitted: Monday, April 28, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 28, 2014

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