I see green,
Yes, it is fresh,
I can see growth,
Oh, it is dying,

See how hope has
Disguised the volumes
Of books written
About my unpredictable life,

The fight is still being fought,
But the river has no other source,
Unfortunately, it is not changing into the
Lion that is hard, but getting the lion’s tail,

Now I know, that
This fiendish gale of life
Seeks to enslave my soul,
I even made an attempt
To dig down the fire
Of failure with discontent,

O youth! The strength of it,
The faith of it,
The risk of it,
The imagination of it,
All seeks to defy
The long-lasting establishment,

No, never sell your life
For the sake of love,
For it is writing the sad history
Of your unpredictable future
Growth shall indeed
Dry your bones and veins.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com