I’m a fading tear falling into Ankobra
My still grieve is mightier than the wavering Pra
I’m nothing but a stooge on this stage
Who am I to blame living in this cage?
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A grownup when shares his experience of youth, sometimes it is inspiration sometimes a lesson, in any case youth read listen him carefully. A good poem indeed.
How old are you poet, if you are old I will say well done and never regret it all experience, but it will amaze me if you are a young man in your youthful stage. How you've captured the past and the future even though you've not been there yet..........