Through the Kalahari
As I embarked on my winding way,
With gin by my side, come what may,
A cold companion, flavored with zest,
Juniper berries danced upon my quest.
At every sip, a tear did fall,
A sorrowful tale, of love's bitter call,
But I couldn't resist the drink's sweet sway,
For in its warmth, my loneliness would stray.
The road was long, the night was dark and grey,
I needed solace, a friend to stay,
And so I sought the kindness of a cop's eye,
One who would look the other way, and let me pass by.
In this era of corruption's stain,
It's a rare find, a good cop's refrain,
But I was lucky, or so it would seem,
For they smiled and waved, and let my journey beam.
The hours ticked by, as I drove through the night,
Contending with rain, and potholes in sight,
I'd stop and rest, at every lay-by's gate,
And let the silence, soothe my weary state.
And then I saw it, a glimmer of light,
The land ahead, a beacon in flight,
I'd reached my destination, worn but true,
And though the journey was long, I'd made it through.
The gin was gone, but its memory stayed,
A bittersweet tale, of love and dismay,
But I'd found my way, through the dark and the cold,
And in the end, my heart was made of gold.
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