The Old Mans Curse

Where the sun meets the moon
is where i lay now waiting for your doom
its been more than a year
and as even the wind knows, life to me was never more fair
at least here, i have nothing to fear
i am in good health, though worms chew my knees
and my hands have gone brittle, like old thorn trees
but that is just, i died at eighty nine
and of all my fine sons, my grave knows none
do not worry, i your father am not sad
shame and poverty, have always been my bed
on that bed me and your mother lay
and for that bed, you my sons will pay
i find solace only in what the pastor said
as i ate his bread and the beer he shared
'nevaro, the lord will raise you up '
even from wood, stone and dust
and in this i now place all my trust
when my words reach you as it shall come to pass
please my sons, do not make a fuss
neither the sun nor the moon has yet risen
and the devil tells me, he still hasnt finished your prison

by tinashe severa

Comments (2)

The destiny of the old man is very pathetic and it shows the fragility of life.How can a man survive of this irresistible punishment? Excellent poem Tinashe.
this poem is different from the usual religeous fare only one typo error worth a ten from the old poet AJS