Life can be very horrible
If we watch it from a wrong angle
Life can be very terrible
If we use the wrong tackle
But, if one is sensible
Life becomes very reliable.
On a rickety business day
What one needs is to make hay
If possible, just make way
Because if one loses grip and sway
That is the end of the day.
Malaria, diarrhea and cholera
Famine, warring, sweats, and pain
Cardiac arrest, five minutes at best
Ten, even the longest
Will put man to everlasting rest
So we should fight
And always wrestle,
We should crack
And always hustle
One should never rest
(Aug.2005, In a troski, Accra)
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