Coin
We've all tossed a coin once for a life,
illusions of desperation and all his kindren.
if thee fail, tip the beggar for his spot,
a dire space for self pity and regret.
We passed a coin once for hope.
Blessings we ought to inherit,
when nature's dead and darkness prevail
We burden our thoughts with lust.
found me fate between the sheets of life.
die upon the coin that hold your peace,
when all words had moved masses
they remain to haunt the time.
Copyright © Sizo Hlophe | Year Posted 2014
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