A whole year round

Author: Caleb David Duku

Summer dawn breaks through the dense clouds,

A golden ray hurtles down to your eyes,

The morning calls with open hands,

A whole year round,

Has come again.

The cold breath of air pricks your yellow skin,

And maturity of womanhood begins to set in,

Life beckons you with all its joys,

A whole year round,

Has come again.

To think that 365,

Would come so quick as the blink of an eye,

Don’t think just act,

A whole year round,

Has come again.

So may you cherish this day forever,

Close to your bosom warm and tender,

17 will surely pass,

A whole year round,

Has come again.