At 50 Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Highs ‘n lows
Yet to hit those dizzy heights
Even those dark ‘n dreary bottoms

Fooled by the happy days of innocence
Turned up in the crazy adult world of choices
Choices, which mess up or bless a soul

Life itself is not all modern drones
Not a thing science clones
It is all bare bones

At fifty, muscle strength ebbs
For some it is a milestone
To me, rather a mile without a stone

Jesus is the only pure stone
He alone sits at the end of the holy mile
There no drone or clone will forever smile.
23 October 2021

(Written for my friend Ernest Namate at 50)