Bad News Poem by Tony Adah
Bad News
It would have better not to have heard
Than to hear that the bud that
Just opened for the flower to come out
Has suddenly closed.
The flower wilted in the morning sun
And the leaf tips with droplets of dews
Are the rills that roll the cheeks of the world.
Such a termination in the tide of rising wave
Who will row the boat across
In the midst of the little ones?
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