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The Panic Of Dying Young

Growing amidst the odds of society And craving to be the best in all possibility Yet death scares me with its snare Haunting from all direction How do i escape such a scarecrow before i reach my destination? Today i blossom like a flower With enough to do with my power Yet i dream of my life cut like ECG light Oh, dear father, guide me put up a befitting fight And grant thy servant full years of happiness.. . Death, stop scaring me and be not be proud For i shall live to see old age come around!

by Asempa Abankwa Okyere

 Posted by: Asempa Abankwa Okyere


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