Naison Nyaunzwi

Rookie [Decheal Brooks @DechealBrooks on Twitter] (04/10/89 / Zimbabwe)

God Must Be Busy

I once saw an old chap cry
I wondered what lay underneath his core
A mind ponder as tears dry
Stories tell periods afore
An anecdote spoke but filthy his hands
His being quaked earth before turned spirit scrounger
Heirs died; a lone soul left to these bands
Lonely became his lounger

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