My Eggs Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
My Eggs
Why should i eat my eggs row when, i can fry or boil them? !
For, you got the same dream that i had last night;
And you came to my house to tell me about it,
But, seeing me at work means a lot on this earth!
The rain has washed away the young trees along the narrow path,
And i am now ready to teach you how to go along in peace;
For your dream was like the one i had last night,
But, seeing me at work means a lot to the world!
Mundane life and dream. Better you both accept both! Creative write 10+
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8/28/2026 10:14:49 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Philosophical! ! Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always.