Elorm Dogbo Poems

They call her Beatrice,
My goddess, I’ll say she is.
I wonder what attracts me to her
From the sole to the hair
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At what time would you allow me
My aged love, my newly found love
Where can I find the keys
To open the doors of your heart
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As I come here to cry
All the time
What would let me forget
The pain that I get
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I sleep
So deep
And yet contemplate
About what I will get
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Why does the sun rise from the east
And at the west it sets
At dusk behind the hills
Where the wild beast lives
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You see the blind pauper out there
The one who could not catch the sympathy
Of those passing by
How would he smile?
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Looking at the situation now
You might have drawn
Your conclusions about me
You might call me poor, the poor one
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The drums were beaten
And the food that was cooked
Could not be eaten
Why?
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Gone are the days
When folks provided for me
And the days I was care free
Gone are the days
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The dirges at the obsequies played low
And it filled in my broken soul
It was there I knew
The meaning of a beloved gone
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