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.
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