Young man, why do you look so old?
I'm not sure; it must be my beard,
Or the many strange stories I've told.
No; it must be this hat, it looks weird.
You see this stick beside me,
It helps me herd and defend,
But it was no use, she made me weak at the knee,
And then my bones seemed to bend.
In scorching heat I took off my shoes,
Blood fed by love; fire seemed fair.
Love chooses us, it's not love we choose,
And a fine choice love made when she was there.
Madam let me say no more,
I still have to watch the door....
Nkululeko Mdudu
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-brief-moment-when-she-was-there/
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