On time's lap sat simmering
burnt on lost hearths' desires,
through joys dying,
pain reborn in hearts
that felt they have forgotten
but not forgotten forever
sleeping ever last of all
with the down sloping of hopes lost
reborn every day in the anguish of
long known long shores
stretching though childhood memories.
Birds and hunting at grandfather's farm far away
and squirrels hide in time's harvest.
Kofi Awoonor (1935 - 2013) Ghana
Source: Jackdaw's Nest
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