What Is Cake? ! Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

What is cake to me when, i've got more works to do on this Island of Love?
Yes, the unfinished business to satisfy the muse of my people;
And, to hang on like a koala on a kola tree.

We have scientists to foresee the future,
And the historians to dig out the past;
But, the writer's ink is with the rhythm of love.

What is a piece of cake to me in times like this? !
From the unknown to the known;
Back to the old drawing board of life.

Broad, board!
With the unfinished business at hand;
Than a cake fitted with candles to make merry.