Poem: Who Are They?

Sometimes I wonder,

I wonder where they

Sprouted from. I wonder

Whether they were moulded or

Fabricated to add up to the

Created. I mean no mischief here.

But I need answers to my dilemma.

In marvel I marry their complex

Being with their careful but senseless actions.

Sometimes I wonder

If their actions stem from

Immaturity or something unnamed.

They appear to be babies

With grown teeth

Demanding pampering and

Worship. Anything short of

These is a mark of insensitivity.

Their nature exemplifies thorns and roses delicately intertwined.

Whoever created them,

You did well. Just a manual would

Have placated our endless predicaments.

You left a puzzle to push us

To our wits’ end, blanks to

Fill in the gaps. But you see,

I still hear your gentle breath whispering,

‘In wisdom, abide with them.’ And for this I’m grateful.

AUTHOR’S NAME: OKOFO-DARTEY SAMUEL

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