A Song Poem by Doreen Maphosa

This is a song for the lone pilgrim
This is music for the thoughtful traveler
Misery loves company
Loneliness cherishes bosom friends
Conniving little entangles
Unrelenting little thieves
Tread softly, the road is not so friendly

Hear the soft drum beat, an invitation for the weary
Hear the humming bird, a lullaby for the broken hearted
Fate has a sense of humor
Fortune chooses where to place favor
Be grateful, thorns have roses
Have a little faith, the lone cloud will rain

Sing a song, gloom will never feel sorry for you
Belch it out, hoarding might poison you
All the colors of the rainbow, to meet your heart's greed
Every facet of nature to whisper, 'it shall be okay, be still'
And so shall it be

A song for the lone pilgrim
Music for the thoughtful traveler
Fate has a sense of humor