Lerato Gave Me Love
Thank you, Old Lerato, for your love
To myself, an insignificant boy.
You empowered me with the love you gave
For love builds and doesn't destroy.
I remember how you used to shout
My name as your bus approached our stop
And you'd leave behind some bread for me.
As I came I'd make the half loaf out
There, on the ground, away from man or shop.
I was favored with an aged chummy!
I'm indebted to you without a doubt!
You were friends with my beloved granddad,
But somehow you were my friend as well.
Only your taste of sweets I thought was bad!
X mints were too strong for a small pal!
But the sweet thing was what they stood for:
An adult's love for a little fellow.
It was like nourishing food for me!
In course of time I heard your health was poor,
And later I got a terrible blow:
That you'd passed on and was I gloomy!
One day, prior to the funeral,
I decided that, young as I then was,
I had to do what was good and moral
Otherwise I would feel like a Judas!
So the mourning family received
A little neighbor bringing comfort!
It was me coming to see Old Lerato,
An act after which I felt relieved,
Feeling that, at least, I'd made some effort.
Henceforth, for loyal love who'll I go to?
May 16, 2022
Form O - Ode - New Poems
Constance la France
Theme: Love
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