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 poe