For This Poem Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Smaller than a mouse...
the poem "smaller than a mouse"
is indeed a brand new gift to us all.
I don't want to take any credit for this poem,
it was probably written by a child
and thrown outside the school yard as if litter
where I picked it up and read it through with tears in my eyes.

Chasing the dilettante ghosts of gyrating dreams
to guard my being until that day that fruition comes to pass.
I had been walking a painful and faithless journey,
yesterday - dragging along without any hope but just the zeal alone.

I was on my track to seek a little end job...
for the dear love of golly poetic works must not die -
so I'd also be able to disseminate my holy works of beloved poetry.
Suddenly I was challenged by a feeling of mighty and overwhelming awe,
that even the goose bumps covered my skin.
Then I chose to store it in this sky where we thunder like the rain,
like the glorious words of the almighty works of God,
hereon while the time table still favors us
on this timeless wall of structured words.

I hardship I learned to be a thief
and I know an thief only steals where no one can see.
I believe in the intrinsic art of words -
and in hardship I have learned to retrieve from a loss,
and to have them emanate from a primary scholar -
I believe is a cheerful win for all of us.
Poetry is still alive and these here are the good signs.
If you can and do so care enough,
maybe you can find this beautiful little star child,
who is probably a student of Deutsche Internationale Schule Pretoria
and hail their name.
Tell them Thabani Khumalo says hello
and welcome to the life of elderly insight.