Rhododendron Poem by Isaac Yaw Osei

The pride of your bloom days,
Oh! daughters of the land
And an honor to your hood in moral beauty
Is a pure decent life, more precious than lot diamonds
Glitters than fine gold and silver And makes you pure in character.
It sparkles brighter than the moon and the stars in the skies above
And never fades in colour or rust like metals. Like a bulb…
On a just one punch, aha! you lose all forever.
Be careful dear one when you're in teens
You are like me and my flowers which blossom beautifully,
Sweetly scented and pleasantly captivating. Many insect birds would
Like to visit you And eat of your nectar. The wise will foresee evil and hide.
Let them come, they will come but they should go and they will always.
Never give in nor give up to their wide appeals, their shuttering flattering lips
And to their affluences.
Some things when lost can be replaced. But others, like me, once plucked can never be restored. What's more fulfilling than remaining green? As you wish I will.
And when the time comes for you to give your best to some one, make sure you select someone who will never break your heart. ‘Cos, broken hearts never have spare parts!