Okyere

The price of wisdom is above rubies and,
He who is quick temperedacts foolishly;
But i am the food to the hungry always.

To my roots,
The evil will surely bow down before the righteous;
For i will share my love with you alone.

Oh Okyere, you need eight ounces of silver on my love;
Like Abraham and Isaac who stayed in Kiryah-Arba.

Come to me as well and,
Come and learn the muse of life;
For life itself is full of highways at times.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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