THE RHYME POEM.
If you don’t do it now, do not think of later.
You dropped too early thinking there was a different pasture.
You thought you were too weak to further.
But that was the best, so you could flow like a river.
You stopped at the first attempt because you did not get an answer.
The reason for which you ruled out has now been a canker.
Your concern of failure has been an inward cancer.
Maybe you need to keep up and never slumber.
I know you still have that believe, that doubt.
The fear that you will be blown out.
The fear of being laughed at.
So you left the dream and never came out.
Was it right? Were you right?
The dream you never held tight.
The decision you took late night.
Was it pressure? Or you never had sight.
You said it was hard, they did it.
You thought it was difficult, they solved it.
You thought it never existed, they discovered it.
And now you can not live without it.
You left it untackled.
You were so weak, you left it unbattled.
You left the boat unpaddled.
But it was not a lantern that could be rekindled.
The dream must be a priority.
The dream should be a specialty.
The dream should have originality.
It must be open, elasticity.
We all have it, we dreamt.
We did sacrificed, we spent.
We acted on the mission.
A dream, a vision, pursue it.
Written by: BUABENG DERRICK FRIMPONG.
Dedicated to: JOYCELYN DWIRA.