I GREW UP AROUND THIS TABLE

Our dining table round
It brings us around and bound
Seats not far from the centre reach
Six beautiful chairs, one for each
A table cloth to cover and adorn
It was colourful though one side torn
Our dining table smooth veneer
Carefully protected at least for a year
Red rose flower in the middle placed
Dad and Mum sat opposite faced

On the plateau of our dining table
Showed Daddy’s pocket was stable
Sugar, milk, milo, bread, custard
butter, fruits, peanuts and salad
We ate well and lived good
Watched cartoons of Robinson wood
We grew faster and soon were old
Then we saw everything go cold

First to vanish from our table was custard
Sarah didn't like it, she became blustered
Dad said our school fees had gone highSo Mum compensated with our chicken thigh
As days passed, so did our salad and fruits
No more cartoons,GTV showed a man with his flute
Mum forced us to join her  fasting
No more breakfast,water was lasting

We grew older to a naked table
Which was ripped off its cloth
We saw how the family unstable
And its veneer destroyed by moth
Today its broken and parked backyard
I smiled at it and kissed it back hard

By Kwaku Atta Crayon

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NOTHING LIKE FRIEND

(Everybody hurts)

In days of only sunshine without a shade
Kill sorrow, sweat blood for it paid
When the night is yours alone without a kiss
Stare into the stars but never a friend miss
Don't let yourself sink
Not even the ocean is deeper
Because everybody cries but think
This friend don't see, day sleeper
Paddle your canoe, never a helper
Sometimes everything is wrong
Clear your throat and sing a song
For no friend sells smiles or tears
So walk alone the miles without fears
Everybody hurts
Take comfort in yourself
Iron your shirts
and dress neatly thyself
Sit a date with a mirror
Talk, drink and smile clearer
And when you are angry with a friend
Never throw a hand,just frown lend
Its just not worth your loneliness
Try it, life is better with you alone.

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