She Was Called
She was called to face the sight
Of one contented with earthly joy
And in a nearly fainting voice
She said “By my soul I swear,
I cannot come to face your sight
Carrying a sober brow”.
Copyright © Redempta Asifiwe | Year Posted 2015
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