NOT TO THE SOUND OF QUIET JOY

He spoke of birth, life and her
Such sweet sense, never have I heard since
He was of all nothing to say, but scorn was heard from every word
Never was a wise man that fooled his thoughts
So was not a fool who said anything godly
Each was surprised, for what? Ignorance
So I realise just like many when it was already late
Please sir show me a late man
A man and a woman past him and bid him peace
An animal and the highest of the flying birds
He turned and walked at given time
He waved and talked, but lastly he looked at the sky while the clouds were staring down on him
It was a mystery to many who witnessed, why did it happen they said softly
He was a gentle being
Not a word he could hear, he was deaf, not to the sound of quite joy, but to all evil and lies

FLANEGAN THABO NTSHOTSHO

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