The Prime Of Your Life Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

The Prime Of Your Life



In the prime of your life you went to the grave,
Because you were robbed off by the remainder of your years!
And the pine trees and the acacia trees beard your witness,
But you were gone too soon like how a potter treads the down clay.

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Edward Kofi Louis

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