by John Dadzie
All smiles insist on becoming the best, struggling to survive, tears in his eyes.can't see just instinct just…
Alone for so long never knew where he belonged just sorry, just tears in his eye, sometimes he cries but amidst a smile to safeguard his pride, is never his but mine.
Instincts, the dentist, ridiculous he says how ugly are these days, the pains, the plane an air moving machines believing it shall come to pass.
He bows in dismay hiding from his disgrace.that the years brings, the morning bird sings but the caged bird. Which do you prefer his soul ask but his mind
The celebration of discomfort and that is his annual ritual but the concord is never mutual.