Courtesy: UNHCR/Achilleas Zavallis |
This is the second in a
series of poetry created from lyrics of musical classics.
Girl, I’m leaving you tomorrow.
Give your best kiss to mama tell
her I said so
It’s cold out there on the routes
I’ll plow
But I aint much good to you if I
hung around
Think of me as your own human
anchor;
That person you let go when you need
him most.
I may never find my way back home
again
I don’t even have a roadmap for
the journey I make,
I make no promises I only hope
you’ll understand
Someday when you ripen into a
full-blown woman
I’m sorry baby but there’s
something you must know;
Girl, I’m leaving you tomorrow.
Akpan
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