MY LIFE HAS 9 ROOMS, Poetry by Dheric Da Poet

Genre : LIFE

MY LIFE HAS 9 ROOMS by Dheric Da Poet

Each passing day I welcome thoughts of her into my mind.
Thoughts I can only hold on to in times of despair.
I could swear I see rainbows under my pillow each night.
But whenever I trace it to the end, I see no pot of gold.
One of these days, I might recruit a search party.
I eat, sleep, and wake.
That’s the daily routine.
Anything else comes in second place.
I hope the same won’t happen on my wedding night.
If I ever get married, I won’t say no to anime.
If I have children, I’ll make sure I pass the tradition on.
For what’s life without comic books and cartoon network?
To the boys who will one day date my daughter,
I started perfecting head shots the day she was born.
I bought a large size plastic bag the day she started school
And I’ve got a silent gun too.
To the girls who will one day want to date my daughter,
Let’s just hope I have only one bullet left when meet.
I’m scared of heights,
So I never raise my hand in class.
I fear the eagles of failure will pull off my hand of hope.
That’s why I keep it hidden.
I keep consoling myself, saying
“My time will come”.
What I didn’t realize was the clock of life was actually waiting for me to insert the battery.
I call my failures Adwoa
And my successes Abena,
My hopes bear the name Akua
I try very hard to keep myself under the carpet cos I don’t want to be noticed.


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