Frolic, Not Stress

Thunder is resolutely proud today
The sound is deafening and not at all quell
The children jump, run, frisk about and yell
As they scurry to keep alive their play
Who cares for this arrogant noisemaker
Or the tearful gray bags that it escorts
My father needs it and hence his prayer
Farmer man and the earth's darling of sorts
But I, young and brawny and ever careless
I do not need it, nor could I care less
All I want is to frolic, not to stress
To be gay - O this my young heart, God bless
I am concerned just for this very day
That tomorrow will be here, who can tell?

by samuel nze

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