To Grow Old With You
To grow old with you,
My divine wish.
To be with you when alzheimer and athritis set in.
To hold your hand when retirement comes and our bundles of joy have long left the nest.
When our eyesight will fail us and our bones will creek.
When our skin will fold: testimony of time.
When memory will be foggy and full of experience to be imparted to the young.
When new technology will have confused and awed us.
But we are young and long seperated.
We shall grow old in solitude
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If I Was Freedom
If i was freedom:
i would be free and for free.
Citizens of the world would'nt have to
Pay with their blood, lives and sweat.
If i was freedom,
i would be omnipresent;
in first, second and third world countries.
Poor and rich people would afford.
Black, white, green people would all know me.
If i was freedom,
i would be Nemesis:
i would destroy all humans and beast alike who seek to inhibit me,
i would conquer them with love
If i was freedom the world would be free by now.
But im not freedom.
poem by Tafadzwa Jacha
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