Sin Iii Poem by Kwame Sarfo Aboagye

Oh my dear God, all-knowing,
Even in the sheathed, darkest deeps,
Your shiny eye that never sleeps
Sees each one of my sins, glowing,
And my derelictions growing.
As the patient timekeeper keeps,
The impatient grim reaper reaps,
Just as I’ll reap what I’m sowing.
I do envy the righteous men,
Though rather boring their lives are;
Life after death will never end,
And this reward is not afar.
How come I know of all these things,
Yet lose focus the moment sin sings?