From the days in the womb
To the days in the tomb
In between lies our destiny
Very great, yet in our eyes very tiny
The stage of life was set with words
from the creator
The very brain behind creation; the
master inventor
But our lives on earth is but a
breath
Its time limit being death
The pen of life is placed in our
hands
Our scripts we write with our own
imaginations
Our fortunes, our fame and brands
All depends on our decisions
The creator stands by to help; each
time we call
Each passing second He gives to all
In silence He stands, but yearning to
talk
Our lives, too busy in this journey
we walk
But this day, I pray thee my pal
Give not all to celebrations
He is listening; a whisper or a call
Spare thy time (a little portion) for
reflections
He gives strength for all corrections
By Nartey
Romeo Akwetey
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