Young And Bright He IsA Story by JunertThis is dedicated to a friend; Mr. Bright Asiamah Young. It's his biography by me. Well at least from my point of view.
YOUNG AND BRIGHT HE IS
There is a boy who's never been a boy. His past he hides so well. Friends he make few. Oh and bright he is just as his name. His heart he guides with thorns. Love he does give not. But true love he yearns from more than one. But that, his heart would be deprived. For the love he desires, she can give not. She lies in the bosom of David the King. His mum; thou soul rest peacefuly. For thou little boy is all but little. And endless love he seeks, just to feel thee. His heart is scarred and scared. Oh I did mention he is bright, but clever and witty too. He bears on him the aura of arrogance. The kind that girls fall for. His pride high as his hieght. And lies his lips does utter. On him are many his flaws, one I dare not say. But good he surely his. For kindness comes natural to him. He is hardworking and yet lazy. But giving up he never does. He apportions blame whenever on whomever. He wishes to be a golden goose, for money is his headache. Pepperoni troubles his tommy; it aches and run all night long. And dear me he's got a wife who is just like him. Carefree and like birds. Faithful I wonder if she is, for with her name it rings a bell. But one thing I know for sure. She trusts him like a...what symbolises trust? And talents he does have. For he acts well in the arts. His voice, angelic and sweet. You'd wonder if he's a she. Honey can't be sweeter. And family he respects. It saddens him when they assist him not. His son who's yet to fertilize shall be named his name. A junior should make a difference. He's brave and bold and bad. Like any boy could. His gift draws to him many maidens. But he prefers them touched and touched. When he gets successful which he would, a great father he will make. Bright and Young he is. And by the hours he attains years. When he does which he would, his days shall be great. He'd find himself. He'd find happiness. And as many as his names, they would be the same. His dreams, God his dreams. The reality they will be. The world needs him, that dear boy. For a boy he is. © 2013 JunertAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJunertTema, Greater Accra, GhanaAboutI'm intrested in writing and reading fictional novels. Also wants to make friends with people with such intrests. more..Writing
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