A Beautiful Soul Poem by Andesikuteb yamusa

A Beautiful Soul



It's not often one gets lucky with life,
its daily intriques, its brevity and unpredictability.
With each passing day it brings its uniqueness and what sages have not explained is the motivations of the world's inhabitants.

You always not get lucky with dealings that do with men.
The daily selfishness, self centeredness and hypocrisy.
Men they say are not to be trusted.

Some have become quite lucky to have met great men.
But me I have seen a beautiful soul,
A man who thinks not of himself but the world,
who gives in to men with his teeth opened knowing fully they might throw a thorn and he might find it hard to close his mouth.
A beautiful soul who smiles with his pretty heart,
A heart that embraces all of men.
The treacherous and the kind hearted,
The thief and the seeming saint,
The drunk and the meek.
Only a beautiful soul dines with them all.

I always count myself so lucky,
cos I know TSOTSI,
and he is a beautiful soul.

Monday, November 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: friend
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dedication to my best friend Tsotsi Shitta
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