Eensaam
Daai eensame man speel weer op sy kitaar
Sy lewe is vuil en skoon deurmekaar
Hy bly by ‘n murasie, maar dalk amper nie
En eensame voëls in die lug wat nog vlie’
Die drankbottels lê om hom, dis net waar jy kyk
Hy lewe, maar lyk soos ‘n lewende lyk
Van daeraad tot skemer – knaag dit aan sy lewer
die vrae van opregtes wat sondes ontwyk
Die wereld vergaan sels al is hy gedaan
Hy’t ook nie erens om eers heen te gaan
Maar sal hy sy droom met die mensdom kan deel?
Sien ons hom werk? Dink jy hy is al heel?
Categories:
sels, depression, emotions, lonely,
Form: I do not know?
Well lemme tell ya a thing er two bout people,
Ben round plenny of em and ah got sumpin figerred,
Don’t make no diffrence if’n they is under a steeple,
If’n they small, medium, smart, dumb, big er bigger,
Ah seen that most ever body kin dish it out,
But ain’t many a tender body kin take it.
Ya see criticizins fair easy to do as shout,
To do that folks are a chompin at the bit.
We thinks we got everthin lassoed right smart,
And got a holt a the branded calf by the tail,
But truth is we ain’t hardly got no heart,
Gotsta look at ar own sels ..else we fail.
So yup, ah reckon that’s what most a us folks are all about,
We cain’t take it but sure as grass grows we uns kin dish it out !
Categories:
sels, people, body,
Form: Sonnet