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Jacobus Cornelis Bekker Poem
A Gentleman who walks miles
Through the streets that are dirty.
The streets where he lives of,
Walking with a passion
A Dream! As He walks towards His eiland,
The beggar picks up cigarettes butts,
Ten cents he collects,
Spotting them one by one
Finding a bench
Next to an elderly man
“Resting time” says the beggar,
Asking the man for a lighter.
What a good hearted person?
Two rand with directions to the nearest shop!
The beggar rushes to buy matches,
Before the break of dawn.
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Jacobus Cornelis Bekker Poem
an empty train,
full of riches.
touring through the pain
a tour Guide
As he walks out of the bushes
wondering around.
people with packets,
a car guard on focus
The last bit of leaves
Autumn was drawing closer
and there he stood.
an angle, a gap.
an old-lee faded building
The Garden, in proportion
Tour-est walking by.
and there he stood.
a rusted fence
the injustice!
the feeling of crime
and there he stood.
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Jacobus Cornelis Bekker Poem
It's a windy winters afternoon,
The Medwood Gardens is full of voices
Birds are singing in the evergreen trees.
Stray cats are playing while enjoying their scroll.
Dark grey clouds,
not yet a drop of rain.
the emptiness lies deep inside.
the broke down,
the heart-ship,
She was once full of stature.
Now just an empty fountain;
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