I wrote this for a friend celebrating her birthday and now I have permission to share it. I didn’t write this for those who suffer from the same syndrome as President Mahama- The Dead Goat Syndrome. This is for all those who are in tight spots and feel helpless but still alive and hanging on to hope.
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN
I smell beauty in the air while watching this skyline
Makes me think about the moments I’ve savoured with wine
And the moments out of boredom I’ve sat alone to dine
People say life is unfair
I say life is beautiful
Depending on which side makes you see blur- the castle or the cubicle.
Life is a cocktail of circumstances
The good and the bad, the ecstatic moments and the sad
The sweet moments that moist your lips