delalorm fiaka (19th JUNE 1988 / ACCRA, GHANA)
Now and Then
Who will you be when your clothes are gone?
who will you be when the moths of time become skin borne?
Who will you be in a month's time? a month older i guess? and till u bid vanities farewell, a month less.
What will you leave when your life is fast lived?
what will generations retrieve from your journey's case brief?
what will they be? berieved? or indeed relived they can re live an indelible legacy
what will you give? a timeline of gallant fallacy... or a streamlined virtuous regency?
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