When Young
I laugh with my friends till sunset
Over our heads the wicked clouds assemble
“You are still here? ” many asked
I am the youngest among my friends
By whistles and gestures we call them
And by smiles they do pass us by
We tease ourselves and together all laugh
Before the rain the wind came
Let the waters beat me, I do not care!
For my good friends I will not leave
And the speech that makes glad my heart I shall not cease
poem by Nicholas Boateng
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