Old friends share jokes,
and shake; with smiles on loving eyes.
One winks at the other as he pokes
Fun at the conductor. Giving lies
in how you take it. New friends
Share child-care secrets and cheaper remedies.
As a stranger smiles with old-time trends;
Coloureds and Xhosas, the driver plays raphsodies.
Language is no barrior
Between mates; everyone is oblivious
to the brother with the smile of a terrior.
All that to me seems obvious
is the baby sleeping, not knowing
Where or why this taxi is going.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey, nice one.It's been a while, but i'm fine hope you good apho kwezongqele zase Eastern Cape.I composed some poems, just didn't have time to submit yet.But i must say i like the last line the most'all that....is the baby sleeping...why i s the taxi going.' LOL Great poem...chat to you soon :)