Young, we started life together but fate forked us separate ways:
Some folks continued while others dropped out at the elementary.
On and on we were done with the competitions of the basic days;
Andrew became a schoolmaster and Aggrey a sly entrepreneur,
Augustine became a man of science treating and mending the sick.
And I became an astute tinkerer of prose and a weaver of rhymes.
I still wish to know what became of the boys we called Peter and Dick…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem