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abraham afedzi mensah


abraham afedzi mensah

abraham afedzi mensah, 16 january 2014

old age

stuck at this transcend of time
as i revisit the days of my prime
stirring deep within memories
somewhere around my twenties
there are things i would still love to revisit
if and only if time would permit
it's been long
oh! dear and it never felt wrong
when we used to dance to Paapa Nyankson's song
i used to smile to myself in the mirror
now, i do same with horror
life is short and so simple
my grandchildren dont believe i once had a dimple
that period we call old age
leaves you nothing for you to salvage
your bones can no longer carry
you srength will always be weary
old age, a blessing or a curse?
to hell, who even cares?


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abraham afedzi mensah

abraham afedzi mensah, 29 march 2013

TO MY DEAR FRIEND

I may not necessarily be your Romeo
but one thing i want you to know
i will always be a friend you will be proud to show
to your friends and all your foes

to them that always ask
and wanna know what is between us
i tell you, real love not utmost lust
jealousy sake you shall always contrast
to our relationship that forever will last

my dear, please dont worry
our enemies will one day be sorry
for their emnity that enveloped our glory
hopefully our friendship will turn into anoda good story


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abraham afedzi mensah

abraham afedzi mensah, 9 april 2012

love you

love is what made me right
otherwise i wouldnt have chosen the light
indeed you well taught me how to fight
somehow i've come to realise you are all my might




                                                       dedicated to lois asiamah


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abraham afedzi mensah

abraham afedzi mensah, 30 december 2011

IF TOMORROW EVER COMES

how i wish to see that day
when my dreams will come to stay
and my aims will never be astray
a day my visions will lay
eggs that will always portray
the glory of not still being a prey

but my pessimisms always hung around
as i fear that my anticipations would be on the wound
and my dreams never found
my hopes might be trampled on the ground
and my life could be even out of bounds

it all depends on what today i bring forth
and the optimisms that fill my thought
to meet the day that is blur
so that i would never be at the rear
if tomorrow ever comes


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