Best Of Times But Worst Of Days Poem by njeri loise

i traced the dirt walls
when you drew so near
your days came slow when alleys took off
i would collapse and die
when i knelt for empowerment
and i cried for you in tears
you would not die like 2017
but you possessed my heart
you washed my hands to eat with peasants
you stepped to wipe my grieve
like the Cyprus reeds of the lake
i lay aside the swamps
i thought the dirty walls would fade
when you die out of space
you were the best of days with worst of times