It can't be a lieA Poem by Clemmy
Just a lil poem I done today about life yeah jus that
Plateau of hopes
Last night I had a sweet dream,
Of a vast tract of personal success,
Mine that was a result,
Of gruesome fights of labour,
The task that cascaded down from Adam,
I sung with the birds,
Songs of the love,
Of mankind to live.
I dreamt of those with parallel lives,
Who opt to do that we should not,
Being carried on by the attraction,
That keeps disappearing like the mist,
They that chose to escape reality,
And live lies everyday,
I dreamt of the demise to come,
Of the price of patience,
Of the award to evil men,
Of the love to come,
Oh what a sight.
What a dream?
And I woke up to a changed me,
A man new from the heart,
That's what I am, and what we all should,
And life will make sense to the senseless.
© 2010 Clemmy
Added on November 22, 2010
Last Updated on November 22, 2010
Bulawayo, Matebeleland North, Zimbabwe
AboutI am a poet and prose writer. I live in Zimabwe and am a member of Bulawayopoetry. I am also a playwright with several plays marked for production at the Bulawayo theatre. I also write scripts for car.. more..