Treasure Island

Rodney Ticharwa

(02/01/88 / Harare Zimbabwe)

The Cryptic Ripple Effect.


they always follow one after the other
the cryptic ripple effects of life
looking at the world in your own eyes and sense
with rebellious thoughts prevailing
that's the irony of life
one leads to the next
and the next.........
that it is,
a time bomb in every essence
its nothing without the universe

another day another withered flower
another hour that's stubborn and sour
life begins at the intersection
what direction when you burn to the core
what is left when we want more
time waits for no man
even the worthy they too have their story
'the irony of life
is that you will never get out of it alive! '

Submitted: Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, April 21, 2009

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