Bironga Chadwick Poems
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I want to know something,
About our field of play,
Whenever I want us to play,
Whenever I want to score goals,
You always tell me that it's raining in the field,
And you always have an umbrella to make me believe it's raining.
How many times does it rain in a month?
Even during the El Nino?
I want to know,
Am tired of this rain in our playground,
Let me touch the umbrella,
And see if it's wet.
I'M Sorry I Hurt You
I'm sorry I didn't accept your choice,
I'm sorry I didn't want to be at loss,
I'm sorry I didn't stand by you as I promised,
But now I realize my reaction was misled,
I'm sorry I acted so selfish,
And hurt you by being inconsiderately childish,
But now I realize it was a mistake,
I'll man up for whatever is at stake,
That which is good for your well being,