I do not know
Why until now
I have failed to see this
How did I miss such bliss?

Some old man
With a wizened mane
Once whispered to me
A little statement with glee

He said,
And when I remember I go sad
My son don’t worry about the wedding day carriage
But pray and worry about the marriage

The ecstasy is in the day event
Happiness is in the life event
I remember this lesson
Though I can’t recall the person

So the inauguration
Was the celebration
Now comes the hard call
Can we turn the pole?

Can this fulcrum positively pitch?
And render a bountiful pith?
Me thinks we have no option but to together row
So that our land doesn’t blow

My pith my Lord

By Phindela's Muses

Phindela’s Muses is the pen name of Nqobile Ncube. After much prodding i reluctantly waded into transferring my thoughts to the electronic notebook. I write as I see. I write as I feel. I write as I hear. I prod the deepest vivid image I can conjure and if at least one person derives some good from it then I am a happy man.

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