It was a full moon
we beheld its beauty because
it was dark, it was night
and old Kwame was sitting in his lazy chair
on his porch
gazing at the full moon
what a satisfying life he has had
a story worth telling
he thought to himself
then came little Kwame, in his tiny voice
tell me a story grandpa...
(little silence)
old Kwame looked at little Kwame
a perfect timing
he thought.
