FOR JOSEPHINE

BY Patrick Koranteng Antwi

What life is and will be is meant to blacks and whites like greens

What we seek is found in the eyes of pain and sorrow

What is meek is perverted in the treacherous heart of sin

We flow like an endless river, which knows no shore

Sea flow as the boundless border on that highland tall

The plain is rough, the white is black, and sin is bad

What we search can only be found in the heart

The deep shallow heart of those who strive to find

What you enjoy is happiness your age provides

The happiness that never keeps people alive

Those who survive do not revive to see yesterday

You should know, pleasure leads to destruction.

God sent his son on a suicide mission: the hope of man

The son accepted and taught valuable lessons: never to survive

Samson’s heart was full of the sin of sex: a fool in the eyes

Julius Caesar is no example to trust: a fate to relent

Satan opposed with the aim to restore: the hope of sin

Righteousness is full and satisfied and tall.

You should know, pleasure leads a man to hope

The hope of a destructive decision: a regretful mission

What should you care, death lies far off.

You are in your foolish years but you seem wise than your peers

Life seems to trust your tears, it prays happiness pry’s your fears

You seem fun, you love to dance: you seem to have fun

You want independence: you seem to be dependence

You smile at the emotions of others but cry at yours

You wish not to afflict any but affect your soul

You share love like a grain of wheat

You see good in beings like that is what you eat

Your eye shines bright and sees deep in the heart

Your palm fruits give the human mind peace

Some few examples convinces me to write this sheet

But you should know the pleasure we seek makes us weak.

What others think about your smile is praise

All humans do not equally have friends as enemies

The good God above rains hope to water crops

But city hops complain it destroy their chops

The sun shines for a bright day, rays for the blind to walk

But the crops complain, “We need drops of fountain”

Drops to encourage growth: growth to give grapes.

You add heaps to life’s achievements

Do not ever think you are a burden to someone’s foolishness

Do not even shrink to Curse because you are no question

Do not search pleasure like the treasure underground

Do not seek treasure for your beauty abound

Do not succumb to the lives of men and the smiles of them

Do not walk in the unrighteous den

You should know that life do not reverse

Life should be reverend: hope never lost

Destiny is the soles of our feet: our will changes like colours

Pleasure comes for free tomorrow with treasure you not borrow

Pleasure kills like Cain: like it did all those who came

You should know these because life’s fragrance chokes us all.

12th May, 2016, Winneba  

For my friend Josephine Okyere-Darko