lDays and months passed by.
Sometimes l asked myself why.
The endurance and youthful exuberance is fading away.
Time is flying above my reach.
I'm lonely in this cause I beseech.
There is no place call for home I have search.
It's been downs and my hope is melting away like a candle in the wind.
The waters keep rising up the neck the more I try to keep above it's behind.
At times there seems the bad road will never be kind,
once you have time you keep pulling and pushing through the odds.
I and I with my paddle and canoe on the rough seas never say I.
When my strength left ashore, with all I adore,I wish I could abhor my ambitions with my rods.
Then I picked up the broken pieces laced up my boot, mount my canopy the great winds on boards, broke through the likelihoods.
©®Felix Atta Amoakoh
11/10/22
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