My Puzzle
As I sharpen my pencil
I wonder, truthfully wondered
What are they saying about me
What are they thinking about me
What would be, would be
As I lay on my bed
I imagine, truthfully imagined
What would they do
What would they say
What is coming, would certainly come
As I look into my soul
I felt a sense of certainty
What a blessed creation
What a complicated formulation
What is meant to be, would certainly be
Copyright © Sibusisiwe LETA Ncede | Year Posted 2019
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