Thabang Ngoma Poet Free verse

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.

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