Beards of He-Goat
Presence in class made a student
to shade rapid tears endlessly
I asked her one day
“Dear student tell me;
bright, sharp and smart you are
why do you cry in class
every time I come to teach?”
and she told me;
“Whenever I see you, Sir,
When I look at your long beard
I remember my He-goat
that a thief stole from me
a few years back!”
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017
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