Romeo fell up the balcony while the bats
Roamed the sky, catching the bugs in his
Poetry. The melody cast a shadow at Juliet’s
Door and with his head over her heels,
Her heart was gripped by the lyrics
Pouring into the secrecy of that instant.
As they expect a foe, similar to me,
To punch, bite and scratch. Protect the vitals.
A cushion for blows to the head,
Where the control tower plans the win strategy,
Another for blows to the chest,
Where energy is supplied to the weaponised sinews
Another for blows to the groin,
The end is the beginning. Be prepared.
Pride in riches; she called Africa the richest place!
Placing my bets carefully I side with her view!
She then said the diamonds and gold sustain that too!
Too much for me ma’am…but mine’s a different place.
I know you reminisce the crawling and gnawing of youth
But Time’s persistence is such that you can never have both.
I miss running up trees and around the concrete jungle
Aimlessly full of hope
えんていは世話, 冬の木は見て 花が咲き The gardener cares; Winter pines solemnly watch Flowers start to bloom (c)Nyonglema