My Dear One Gh. Cedi

 

I remember you very well in 2007

So bright like one from heaven

Glowing red among your colleagues.

You might not be big in value

But for my love for trotro and the bus,

Your beautiful self I do cherish and value.

With you I could buy many things.

Gari, Bread, Ground nut and Tomato tins.

With a couple of you Akonta will do my bidding

And the rest of the family he'll be misleading

But not anymore!

My dear! Not anymore!

They've thrown you away like the gold ore

After your dedicated service and all 

To them you've lost your value.

And worn out 

If only you could speak 

Out! your frustration you'll leak 

Hoping your services will be rewarded

Like the heroes of old who were bald headed

Just like you did for the big six.

Your beautiful self I'll frame and hang in my room;

As a thank you gesture,

For leading me to green fields to pasture.

Before they ruin you to your doom. 

Until we meet again

Thank you for honouring my youthful days

Whilst in the sun trying to make hay.