Many Roles

To fil many roles and to use many ropes,
And of the need that arises on this love;
But weep bitterly for the highways lie waste.

You will conceive the chaff and bring forth the stubble,
For the people afar off will also hear my speech;
But the stability of your life comes from wisdom and knowledge,
And like my love so shared with you in the secret.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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