Simon

The waxing and the waning of the moon,
To what should i compare you my love?
But, rebuke a wise person and he or she will love you.

The waxing and the waning of the cycles of life!
To whom should i compare you my love?
But, reprove a scoffer and he or she will hate you.

We all came from the same source,
But every man thinks that his burden is the heaviest!
However, who feels it knows it all.

To write my mind out and to overcome many obstacles,
For i am the one to set you free my love;
Because, in this great future!
You can't foget your past.

You are the star!
The artist, the dancer and the drummer;
And Simon is your name,
But humility comes before honour.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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