They lived by the amount of hope they had
Life being the only time they had, measured by the rise and fall of the sun
Upon the sky they called up light to lead their odyssey
Perhaps you saw them at the intersection chasing their dreams
Hoping a day will come and bestow them reality
Life being the only time they had, measured by the rise and fall of the sun
Upon the sky they called up light to lead their odyssey
Perhaps you saw them at the intersection chasing their dreams
Hoping a day will come and bestow them reality
Their smiles a shield of their sadness
They preferred laughter to tears so not to be shamed
To lift their spirit they chanted songs
And lived each day by how it comes
They prayed hard to worth God
In Him they found solace
They sowed all they know to feed the young generation
Passed it an heirloom to secure their legacy
Tales of their coming not embellished of fallacy
They abhorred mediocrity instead they preserved their identity
Thabang Waba Moabi (21st century) South Africa
Source: PoetryPotion 2013.01 On Being Human
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