A Grown Man's Goal Poem by Thabani Khumalo

I am stunned by the view of the world
and the completed work of nature's fingers:
crafted images engrossed by the open atmospheric pressure.
Oh how so much beauty can be manufactured out of dust particles.
Once I saw and twice I did observe,
once I beheld and twice I did think I had no care,
but on the third, nature would swiftly prevail.
The stature of a beautiful woman that makes a grown man cry.

Getting a beautiful woman
is the final goal of a grown man's life before he dies.