Agga Aggrey

He was once a well-built youth wielding young power That waned little by little with every advancing hour, Those days his upheld gait scared both man and beast, Very stout and with less manly things contented least. Sweet adorable girls cooed coyly under his juvenile charm And the irresistible lover would brandish his wicked smarm That got the whole village sick with his rare masculine clout, His unequaled skill and unrivaled sway were never in doubt. But now grey hair and a curved back and neck are all that’s left Of our once-upon-a-time macho man unforgiving and so deft. I saw him childishly chew on his pink lollipop down the road Grinning and halting rather often to pick some rusty metallic rod. Agga Aggrey was a male of superior standing in his day But he forgot that both strength and youth soon decay…