Powerful enough are the looks,
Powerful enough is the name:
That speaks of courage,
That speaks of sacrifice,
Honoured by state and country,
Crowned a King for who you are,
Made so still for what they saw
And for all the inspiration you are.
Like a tree on the hill top,
Blown about by the winds
And yet still firmly rooted
And green as can ever be,
Warmed by the sun at noon
And cooled by the night dewy hours
Like a giant Ghana-must-go
Taking in all that comes,
ever untiring.
Age comes kicking but never bowed,
A hidden energy keeps surging
And with renewed valour he strides
Like a stallion spurred to win,
Striving always for the best,
Receiving nods and insults
But like a rubbish heap,
Taking in all that comes
ever untiring.
His marks speak for themselves:
Of wonderful moments and friends,
Of the younger ones who seek and seek,
Of times he will beg for his subjects;
May God above,
Who brought you this far
Continue to strengthen you
Every day by and by.
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