Fri. Dec 13th, 2019

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TOMORROW

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Tomorrow

My mind ran to the future

While towing the past along

Today looks like a fractured furniture

But my claws hold on strong

For repose the mind wanders in the past

The meaningless mirth the past sparkles

Everlasting mirth!

All the cheeks needed to shine was a full bowl

My heart screamed only for her

The one who will always be mine

No matter how long I whined

The present have no time for my wine

And with a heavy head cupped

In a weary hand tomorrow looks
Bleak and Bright

Poet: Kofi Boateng

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