Childhood. Poem by Ntando.B Da poet

Childhood.



Once upon a time.
When all the wealth was mine,
Although I did not own even one mine.
Towards me, the world was kind.

Out of raw mud I owned cows and cars.
From repossessed wires I owned luxury cars.
I had a reasonable number of children without any
contraception.
I fathered them with no regards to any intimacy
interaction.

I was very rich,
At that time I could see no witch.
During rainy days I be on construction,
From sandy soil dam walls I emerged.

It is all gone,
I guess age won.
I miss my childhood,
If I could rewind the clock, I would.

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