Time and Again
They say Rome wasn’t built in a day
Yet little time it took to crucify Jesus,
Last night I was throwing and rolling dice on the heart of a despoiled lady,
I found her struggling to hold on to her life as if it weighed the titanic,
She sold me dreams and I spoke to her literature,
We made a beautiful mixture.
The words out her mouth claimed my poems were sugar sprinkled on her lemon days,
And her eyes have found pleasure drinking these lemonade words.
This October I have sacrificed my days working to try and make a place tender for her heart,
If the heart of a man like clocks are broken when they fall, then my time is only right twice a day,
And the rest, I spend recalling words I said that sound like they were meant to be said to you.
I have changed my tense once more,
For sometimes I feel like I met who I love,then like I’m yet to meet her
and on other days I’m just in love with other people’s women,
But yet Rome wasn’t built in one day,
So it might take me Time and again.
Copyright © Roger Nkhoma | Year Posted 2021
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