Another Lament
Regret and tears fill
My sunken and
wrinkled eyes
As my withering body
With my bent back
Never to be
straightened!
As I know that the
grave
Is near me than
never
Regret filled my
slowly beating heart!
As I look at the
young ones
Running innocently
around
Crying for their
mothers milk
And the adults
Returning from the
farms
Bearing the heavy
fruits
Of the days labour
And homeward they
Plow their weary way
Regret fill the hollow
of my wasted years!
As the sun is setting
With the moon shining
And the mortars
pounding
And the babies
chuckling
And the kids laughing
And the men drinking
I could not but weep
That Africa has lost
a lot
And regret that I
The last of my
generation
Will soon go
Leaving nothing but
tales!
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