His Favourite Song

Was his theme song to his life story An old record...from present to history A soundtrack To any sidetrack...on his block To his black...and back from his black He knew the words As though he had written them He loved the melody...it composed him As though he was the instrument The best swing of his golf club...on the green! His heart melted...it consumed him And nothing mattered Or even existed...for he was lost He was overcome By a force he couldn’t fathom But that he couln't deny and he openly welcomed It drove his soul to the highway and beyond It abandoned his inhibitions It stripped him off his pride The excitement returned him to child To innocence...to how he met my mother Time stood still Nothing existed...through the chorus It posessed him utterly and completely Only when he reached the climax Did he think all this naive But I saw his withdrawing tears His raw menhood...his true blood And for a song duration We connected a generation Father and son...through Dobie Gray Happy Father’s Day Ngoma Sr.