Alone, more like a moron
Cold, hot and rainy days
Twisting, turning; nights are long
Meanwhile inside the closet
For a companion, you desire and yearn
Names and faces flash by in pale shadows
Alone, more like a moron
All the missed chances
Now in limbo because of your ego
Old age is punishing
All alone, more like a moron
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
6 November 2024
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