Treasure Island

Duku Akwasi Odwaa Boffour

(12 June 1985 / Nkawie)

A Poet To Your Name


Had I become a musician
You will always hear your name in song
And would have been my album title
Had I become TV or radio presenter
Your name will be something i mention
At the start and at the end of the program
And would have dedicated a whole life time
Program to your name
If i were a news paper presenter
I would have written whole
Booklet on your name
For readers to know your hidden qualities
Had I become an artist
I would have painted a portrait of you
For the whole world to see
How beautiful you are
But I'm a poet
A poet to your name

Submitted: Monday, November 18, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 18, 2013

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