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End Of The Road
Where the road ends
There another begins
And the place where one last breathes
There again is the first of breathes heard
A century lived
And my fifth generation seen
My path in this place ends
And here I wait lost in reflections
What did I do with my life I ask
From this none could ever flee
In no time before my saviour stand
poem
by
Nicholas Boateng
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