A Day Of Not So Many Hours Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

I see a day of great release
The loosening of mental strains
A day the poet will understand all written prophecies

A day is beckoning
So short a day it shall be
With bright twinkling stars at noon day

A day when the clouds will burst into an inferno at sudden sunset
Then, the boy in me let go from the prison of the present, mentally
And when I financially rejoice, many will seethe in rage; as if I care

After that day, a myriad of stars will smile at noon for some
For some, rolling dark clouds will race through their dark skies
For me, the time of reckoning and the time reminiscing; humility
@18 October 2022