Standing With The Dart In Your Hand Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

If this throw you want to make
Is final it must hit the bull's
Eye for you do not have another
Chance for with a real bull
Two horns you aim your hands on
As two eyes you see. In this game
Called life you aim once. You
Miss the mark then you have to
Await the next turn in the next
Life and who said King Life
Rewards those who throw their
Chances away?

Throw the dart and wink an eye for
This is the magic that does it.
Don't ask me what to do when
You have no eye to wink for
Everybody knows the answer to
That question. Make one then
Ypu will ask me how and as I have
Said before ask the rag doll. If
It can dance with no feet why
Can't you aim woth no eye. Your
Questions redundant are a sure
Sign of never trying for when
The scriptvruns out we all know
That padding works. In this land
Of reality we apply the rules
Of the wedding at Cana and change
Water into wine for the game is
For the movie to run till the
Credits roll pn the screen and
You see the name you love most
Crawling upwards and you wish
It would not disappear for it
Assures you that you aimed and
Let the dart go and made the
Bulls eye son and daughter of
An elder.