Weekend Pass Poem by Gert Strydom

Weekend Pass



Now, my weekend is empty
as if you have escaped from it
or maybe you have deserted

to do your own thing
or perhaps you are away on pass
and have taken to the road

and still I am waiting
for you to report back.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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