Mimi Kanawa
Mimi Kanawa lives on
A sore thumb in the rain
Creditor she preferred
A debtor she stood like a trout to bait
Hunger swallowed her so
But death stung her not
Being a hard row to hoe.
Mimi Kanawa made a parting with the road
That was so well made
The price overtook her
Repeatedly on this road
Though nothing lasts forever
Her gaze will always reign
For from her timeless gaze
Nothing will erase
Until I tell this tale
Of a fate too true to be stale
Copyright © Ohiozoba Ehiede | Year Posted 2019
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