Coat Of Love Poem by Isaac Yaw Osei

When to the sessions for sweet silent thought,
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear times waste.
O! know, sweet love, I always write of you,
And you and love are still my arguments;
So all my best is dressing again
What is already spent on….
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And battled, get up and begin again.