Kayanja Ronald Edwin

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Wisdom a lost treasure of the past
Smartness the new trickery of the present
Leaving the future so blind and unknown
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Always loved the color grey
A composition of black and white
Clearly illustrating humanity
A blur of evil and good
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Above, the clouds moved
A ghost shadow below
Closing in so quick, death
Swallowing souls as it swept
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Long chains cutting deep,
In both my wrists and ankles
I watch my flesh decay,
Falling off, feeding my only friend,
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In a room so dark,
And the chains so heavy,
but yet a smile so big
One smells freedom
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And the distance between,
Kept their bodies apart
But not their hearts
Wondering,
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Sad eyes wink in the dark,
Frozen hair masking his face
The lines of grey,
Around his chin to the temples,
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Staring through a small window
Inside a wooden shack
An old place we both loved
Reminiscing about the old days
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Dreaming in black and white
Seeing these blurry images
Believing when all is lost
A blind faith they say
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Believing life owes you a penny
An unfair world you say
To be born out of luck
Tailing all your life
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One to three
Strength our greatest
And like the ancient Rome
Dwelling heavenly for years
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In vast valley of knowledge
Flows the river of understanding
That the truth shall be seen clearly
Through the eyes of the wise
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I did dream big
I did see the car and the house
A white Pontiac Bonneville
A single-family detached home for us
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An elderly man with a medium height
Wearing a short stubble with a little grey
Rubbing it every minute or two
A clear sign of deep thought
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Many tales of the ancient
The great rulers of space
Molding life out of one
To create the vast beauty that we love
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Crack, a little sound from the mast
Responding to the touch of the monsoon
On her old wooden structure
A tender embrace he gives
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Long cloak, black hood
A demon you think
Motionless, human like
Standing tall, head bowed
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