A Plea To A Lover Poem by Kojo Owusu

When the rushing rivers
Of life brings with it silt
Of bitterness and frustration
I know you will not desert me
For in this ecstatic state we
Find ourselves in will not last.
So when the rains turn to blood
And the cool breeze a
Destructive storm
I pray that you will not leave me
For we are bound to encounter
The unknown alternative
So let us hold hands
And plunge into the depths
Of life’s vicissitudes.