Comfort Ndlovu

We are born to wait to depart
Like the evaporating waters which do depart,
We are destined for dizzy heights
Through toilsome days and consoling nights.

We are born to wait to depart
Whether or not we are a needful part
Of a vibrant society
characterised by love and sobriety.
We, however, leave to live solitary lives
Likes bees who live privately in their solitary hives.

Born to wait to undergo courses
Whereby one bears his own crosses
And faithfully follow one's own errands
In order to fulfil all what life demands.

Born to wait to learn
That the knowledge we gradually earn
May see us through the ages,
like a finger flipping through the pages.

Born to wait to grow up
In order to spruce ourselves up
with all we see and obtain -
by hook or crook, with joy or pain.

Under the ancient sun
We temporarily notice fun:
Then age and want besiege us:
when struggle and suffering come to pass;
when the price of Adam's sin is dearly paid,
Though much and much prayers are fervently said.

Born to run away from the daring poverty,
canoeing ourselves with apt advice - unto liberty,
Adding an element of toil,
On this earth's cursed soil.

WE are born to wait to grow up,
Born to wait to learn,
To wait to shine - soon before biting the dust!
We are born to wait to... DIE!