DUTIFUL or BUTIFUL

Many are they

Formed by clay

Others by sand

Molded with hand.

Touch not, was the command

Why not, we duly demand

Forgetting our ultimate duty

Is upholding alginate beauty.

How sad!

None ever had

Successfully done that.

It isn't easy but,

This fine girl

Has a story to tell.

To avoid a lengthy reading vice,

She poemed this advice.

Dutiful or butiful

The former is a delight

The latter isn't right

Twins are counted as ones

Although born at once,

Their destiny only comes by chance.

Everyone is beautiful,

Very few however, are dutiful.

Digging for gold hidden

Where benignly forbidden

Doesn't take courage

But desire for such voyage

Suitors of truth and falsehood

Far and within the neighborhood

Who in your despair strongly stood

Behind you as pillar that never shook

May be fished out by common hook

Helpers may fade

Lovers may jade

Money may not be there to take

Especially when duty is at stake

But personality

A twin of integrity

Faith of persistence

Dimpled smile of beauty

And a search for purpose and duty

Will grant an achievement

That will forever live as a testament.

Meet Adwoa, A-dwo-a:

Pronounced Ajoa

Monday born and lover of Bible

A name of three syllable

Like a knock on the door of destiny

Blessed with beauty and sense of duty.

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