Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2016
I Caught me Again Thinking and Dreaming

Fresh air by the road that paints my shoes brown in the day soothes my lone self at night.
Sitting in a slum and envisioning life in mansions.
Troubles no matter how enormous I'd outlive
I won't think like my comrades cos I don't want to end like they do
With the zeal with which we chase the game I'd hasten my dreams to reach.

If I can think the good thoughts here, then my eyes would see and my feet would step there.

Β©Selorm Charles Deku
Written by
SELORM DEKU  Ghana, W/A
(Ghana, W/A)   
257
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems