Treasure Island


(13 /04/1984 / DURBAN: (SOUTH AFRICA))

From young stage to death

I remember I remember
I remember I remember

I remember, when I was young
My friends and I have no problems
We used to go to the grazing
Grazing by the river side
We played very nice there
There were no parents to cause discrimination among us
There were no difference between a girl and a boy
We were as together as a river family

Tissues of lies were being spoken out there
Singing very nice
Talking about our favorite movies
It was A December time brake baby and the schools were closed
It was very nice to show off what we learn from our diversified schools
No problems just like I told you
Short battles hear and there
School re-opening
Tears role
They role when you live you truly friends
You cannot stop to miss those lovely tiny voices from the bushes
But let me tell you baby you don’t know
You don’t know what does ouderdom brings to you
Yours truly, friends are no longer your truly friends
There are now different subculture to grow among them

Some of them are smokers and you don’t smoke
Some of them have girlfriend and you are afraid of HIV
Some of them are poor and you are rich, and vice versa
Some of them are jealousy and you are not
Some of them have seen something or they have told that you are something that you are not
That is how painful to be an adult person

I am very old baby I am very old
I have come to the stage where I am going to need the aid of my grandchilds
I have done all just to make them live that sound life
I have tob start to beg on them Baby I have to beg.
I have to wait for some month just for on e request on them
They will tell me that Ouma and Oupa live at hoe I don’t think that debate will need you
Hello my little child
You take me for granted
You don’t allow me to give you some advices
You think that all that I am saying is tale because I am coming from the past family
Hey: listen to me: Go to your own desired youth subculture
And remember one thing or advice from me
These are my poor hands and eyes
These eyes have survived for 95 years sever little dangers across forest
I don’t know about your 15 -36 year’s lives because I am born in the past
But the fact is – you cannot make something from nothing
If you are to survive these lives you need my mature advices
What a lovely adolescent subculture the youth of today are playing out with our parent
Congratulations, we shall see you in you 50 years time

Submitted: Sunday, September 28, 2008

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