A December To Remember

A DECEMBER TO REMEMBER Roy Mokoena Who will I be without number twelve, Time for gatherings and restoration of relations, A lot of festivities but my birthday month, The tail of the year, in it I was created. Triple decades ago, I was still crawling, It felt good moving from place to another with knees. Like a thirsty stallion I could not stop crying, The lullaby I always sang before the bedtime. A December to Remember Flecks of grey speckled over my dark hair, I am now growing and becoming very old, If age was a wage, health would be my wealth. Rands in the hands, the poorman's daily dream. Brighter days, Holiday on a Monday I was born, A bouquet of dandelions I received as a gift, but songs and surprises are always a Joy for Roy. Christ was born on the twenty-fifth day A December to Remember I was born on the twenty-sixth day I am also a Member to Remember.