Email Poem

Your IP Address: 18.189.185.100

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

MARRIAGES

For long I cherish its trees and flowers
As it forms my roots from dead dreams
So my aim is to continue from where folks retires it
Marry my Golden Idol
Marry my love
Have children and be a father
But now the dream is a battle
So I am on a battlefield
And I ask dear, who is the foe?
here, they are look at them, the enemies
Thousand and half Ghana in cedis
Twenty four bottles of Schnapps for her
Two Singer branded sewing machines for her
Twenty four pairs of panties for her
Twelve pairs of ladies shoes for her
Six stacks of portmanteau bags for her
One golden ring for the day in dream
One maxi size towel for dear father-in-law
Two pairs of headkerchief for dear mother-in-law
Yet many are hidden behind the smiles 
Then tears soon gathers its momentum
Soon to flow free
But I am not afraid
Only I wonder what the future holds 
Shall I be married
When in this day! its now a trade
But I blame my folks, my parents
why?
I should have been a woman to make them rich
As this is the song of the day
Marriage for SALE!
Marriage for sale!
Not for paupers
Not for the mean
Not for the poor
Yet Still we shall endure, pay the dowry, overcome the enemy.

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required