Everyone Sang

It was a beauteous night, dusty and cold 
And we were all mum and droopy 
Whilst the preacher droned on 
And the rest of the world lived on 

An expectant harmattan swirled around 
As stemmed waters must feel bound 
Yet gyrating as one tickled in erogenous places 
On and on and on towards the climax 

The cold outside threatened to come in 
And we held our sweaters to ourselves 
As we gazed at the clock ahead 
Inching ever closer to the new year 

Suddenly everyone’s tongue was loosed
Everyone’s voice was lifted in praise
And sang in generous grateful tones
As we leapt in joyous ecstasy

Turning round and about 
We embraced and hugged and waved
And with beamish smiles
Hailed each in greeting..."Bein paali!*"

Life and beauty poured out as at sunrise
And my secret heart glowed with love
And gratitude for life, family, friends
Oh that the singing would never end!


17th January 2019
Accra.

*Bein paali - Happy New year!

You can also find this poem and other poems by the same author here



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