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I thought mad men were tattered minds,
And from their mouths spat scattered words
Until one noon I got into one with a lamp,
Searching for his buried glory beneath the sun
So at him a stared a countless times.
“Gentleman” I approached
“Silence” said he,
Do I look gentle or you blind
Do spoons look like spades?”
“No” I said.
“Stranger, with love, play the left years in truth”
Said he.
At him I stared a countless times,
Moments passed and some minutes more,
My drunken thought still wobbling,
As if of a blurry poem
He had rant from his wounded wit.
“Mad man” I asked,
Why with lamp at this noon?”
“Stranger” said he,
The tale of Joseph be my paradigm
This world is canopied beneath darkness,
And in the enemy's heart
Is where true love is concealed.
I've learnt to bend as I grow tall
And I've learnt to walk when there's darkness at noon.
©A.M.Gabriel
Author: Awuah Mainoo Gabriel
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