Kweku Atta Crayon
My Lame Friend
Today I saw you in suit
Wanted to say you look cute
But you were in an air condition car
Yet, I still could see your pain scar
Today, you had no helping boy
And so was filled with joy
Valued added beggar
This afternoon you eat burger
Destiny change over
Drives in range rover
Gives lift to the market women
A good life omen.
Minutes after, narrated your story
In no laughter, passengers said: Oh glory
I said, Oh yes it was you
some years ago in your youth
Crawling on your butts
Making money by beggary but
You had a bachelor's degree
Asked of my help and I agreed
Wonder questions, how you did this?
How you left the street?
When you bought car?
How are you driving?
What job are you doing?
Don't know when to get answers
I only know your old house: the street
Nature shall bring us back
My old old lame friend
Glory be to God.
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