Wishes
WISHES
My my love in grips of chills
I saw the future of mine calls
It was from the garden meant for survivors
its air smells of long life and prosperity
Its flowers blossoms from hope and determination
And its echoes promise to provide me tomorrow
That is a new day waiting for me
A future that shall cover my nakedness
From the shrivels of this day
When at long last i shall be a human
Just one out of the thousands of failures
Oh when shall that be
Thousand and ten years after the burdens yokes
Yes! really it assures, now
As the millennium comes with Christ
My shelter from those ages of nakedness
Just you my future, echoes my calls
The throne calls, here i come.
Copyright © Lamptey Godson Kofi | Year Posted 2010
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