Like a cute young tree
Bees invaded my kraal;
Hid under my leaves,
During scorching days
Of my youthful life,
Set & before leave
Took one or two fruits
Ah! Those days flee
Young or old all were level
Everyday' ld pass through my
Consolin' gigantic branches
From home-to-work and reverse
Rested before leave & took a fruit
Some even until the day matures
Ah! Those days flee
All sorts ran to find refuge
During stormy and thunder days
From home-to-work and reverse
Jumped into my gigantic branches
Rested & before leave took a fruit
Some even until night dies
Ah! Those days all but flee
Oh! No tree can
Wither with its peel!
Now that I'm matured
I will soon fade away
Like a dirty cloud
When my organ retires
But the grave does not
Contain all I've been
Thanks Lincoln with your kind comments on this poem. Much appreciated
I really like this poem... it's relavant enough to be taught at high school institutions.... It consists of many metaphors and simile, and mostly its title is a personication of an old woman
Thanks Simonsbath for your positive feedback to this poem.stay blessed.
I am utterly fascinated with this wonderful poem! I greatly admire the adorable style of your penning! The first line the use of 'simile' is abstracted so powerfully! Appreciated the piece of work! (10)
I admire your positive comments in this poem....you add my love for poetry...
Thanks Brian for your positive contribution to this poem...wait for the right moment, your instinct will tell you when to write...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful and wonderful poem on life and love. Very touching lines. Beautifully crafted.10
Much appreciate you having layed a courageous comments on my work...