The cry and the console
The works and words
The days and moments
Our future live forever
For our hope and glory
We look forward
Stepping on our mistakes to thrive forward
We shall someday tell our story
For now know us them not
We finally shall hope
For moments which trails the snail
Stopping by the lonely moon
To send greetings to our neighborhood
Who live by the soothsayers house
Clinching day and night yet
To another memory we shall fail to forget
As we coagulate yet stones for rocks
Alas we can think for once
Building our homes and furnishing our sleeps
This is our hope and glory
To live and remember our children
Whom we love till death
Our determinations
Success for which we stayed all night for
Our cry and consoles
For yet they shall
Perhaps come and meet it
Someday, somehow, somewhere
This is our hope and glory


Not one can I remember
For all have different stories
And even if the soothsayer may
Not one can convince me yet
To luggage my goods
And travel the routes
If I have anything to say
I would go to nature
Telling her my hopes and aspirations
As I watch her reveal her secrets
Of goodwill and understanding
Resting in the beautiful days ahead
I will forever remain faithful
Learning her rules
Cleaning the dirt
And forever been with her
Yet the days ahead


I have heard they have been there for long
They have never cried though
But when they do
Their heart cannot stop crying
The days untold
The beautiful years wasted
And one can assure me
They have what it takes for the future
Let us go and see them
At least, I have some vegetables
The fruits are ripped
I have been a farmer
And now my crops have harvested me
Let us go and see them
Perhaps we might take one for our self
And tell them, we love them so much
They are for those who want and don’t have
So if nature has refused us one
Let us go and live them with us
They will be happy
For once, their dreams are approaching them
And their hopes are now kind to them
Where they live happily
Nature shall remember us
Where they dream and remember
They shall number us
Where they shall speak
They shall count our words
Come let us go and see them.


A poem dedicated to the Late Kofi Awoonor

Dancing and clapping yet your hands
For the days ahead
And never ready to tell us everything
We live and play every day a stranger
Just to pay a visit
And then all of a sudden
There he goes
I thought we numbered our days
Perhaps counted our moments
But not one saw your approval
Life has known you for long
For as we dine and wine, we are still brothers
My heart sinks down
When I see the Wind carries the message to me
The Sun has been scorching
And the rain never seize to fall
We shall and yet meet someday
Yes, I think so, perhaps
And then all of a sudden
There you go
Nature has known us for long
And our duties need more exportation
To those lovely children of hope
I saw your works and deeds
And not one gave me a bail
And when they finally did
I thought of trailing you
But now, where we can meet once again
And then all of a sudden
There you go
Send my greetings to nature
Tell her I still love her
Yes, I do
As I wait, and yet do our exportation
Our works live forever