By Steve Neba-Fuh
(To Suh Sudi )
A weary body
Perpetually weathering the storm
In quest of 'inglorious' glories
Portrayed as licence for bliss
Luring steady spirits to despair
A wary mind
Constantly pondering human ambiguities
In this phony harbour of life
Wrestling with inner truths
Unrevealed to the multitude
At last, cometh my staff!
Purposefully designed to buoy hope
Sent by the Master from beyond
Crafted to wedge my frailty
As wisdom within, pours.
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