We tend to reduce things:
Books to pages,
Sentences to words,
Eaons to ages.
We tend to change things
Just by observing them:
Inocense to guilt,
A song, an anthem...
We tend to simplify;
Mathematics taught us so:
Words to numbers,
Things of nature we don't know...
But You created One and Only Earth:
She burned and boiled then drowned then froze,
but Earth: she remained the same.
Are your inventions pun and prose?
For I am one but not the same
As I was in days before.
Although I may have kept my name;
The one I was, I am no more.
i agree with Yoonoos, deep thoughts- a lovely poem- keep it going! ! Sharp-Sharp! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nkululeko, the real you never changes, but everything around us changes all the time, given time the changes changes. The secret is to listen to the real person inside you and follow what it suggests. The fact you have raised the points above means you care for whats around. Lovely poem I like your writing Poet Nkululeko. Regards Bob