The Gem In the Dirt

The Gem in the Dirt Another loss, yes, And a gain, The same thing, Gain and loss, the same thing. Sit here, and watch Me stepping onto the stage, Father, the stage, on which my foolish deeds, I act out, Mother, the fan and audience applauds, Standing ovation, to the wisdom the foolishness contains That no one else sees Siblings guess, friends pretend Their arms in the air, swaying Shedding dry tears. Mother tears bounteous Of knowing love and sorrow, The gem in the dirt. Stage steady, Thanklessly being. Go on, Author the play you are, The stage and the audience abound, Some more cheers and hand-sways, Holy or disingenuous, Bless them and play on. ©2017 Nsamu Moonga