He stands there,

infinitive tons of undoubted muscle,

mind equipped with

pursuing magma of deep gutted grizzled,

apparently he's ripped,

if you know what I mean?

Success is his tattoo

with eyes that burn like a furnace,

he sees gold in the abyss of turmoil,

a bottomless pit of tribulation

the genius

who learns gigantic calculus

from the heart

and breeds willpower,

he stand firm

and does not fail,

to him, a hurricane is a beeless hive,

he bathes in magma

till success proclaims him pure

Risks,

they are diamonds in

the fangs of a cobra,

blessings in disguise

This is the exact character

of Bill Gates

or Lebron James,

the successful man,

the man who always does it,

determination

persistence,

dreams

are his pawns

in the chess of life.

                          (A POEM ABOUT THE NATURE OF SUCCESS IN HONOUR OF MY FATHER

                                                    DE-GRAFT AFFUL SR.)

                                       Love, Junior.

                                                                                By Kakraba Afful