Life Is Borrowed Poem by Emmanuel Kwabena Woyome

I am not like-

a perfect investment for God

I just do not want to walk the streets

Like a stray dog



All my life-

I have longed to mimic Christ

Lay down my life

For the partial justification of the price

That was paid on the cross of light

This has brought me, you, you….. and you

this much delight.



I have longed for success

Held in my hands,

The very first trophy of the struggle…..survival!

And behold, it was sheer madness



I am not a perfect poet

But I have made love to the ideals-

of some of the world's most read sonnets



All I desire is a better life

Not necessarily a beautiful wife

Because, life is farce

Life is not for sale

Life is borrowed.