Change - Poem by Esther Mukabi
This seat on which she’s settled is no stranger,
This road down which she travels knows her name.
These places that she visits knows she’s coming,
And every day, her life is just the same.
These trees all whisper softly to her,
This grass begs ‘come and sit a while’.
These flowers shine all colours as she passes,
All of them are saying ‘Darling, smile’.
But this road down which she travels binds her tightly,
This seat on which she’s sitting holds her, so
Her heart can never make those changes
While these places just refuse to let her go.
Maybe she could run and keep on running,
Maybe she could will her life away.
But, even as she plans her Great Escape,
She knows that she is doomed to simply stay.
Dreamer. She will spend her time just thinking
Of the life she knows she could have had.
Places she should have gone to visit,
And days that wouldn’t have been bad.
She has a lifetime to amble through,
She says she needn’t make a hurried plan.
While this road, this seat, these places say
‘Take another route. While you can’.
So, now she is just waiting
For the day her penance will be done.
For she feels cheated, trapped and dying
Though you tell her that life’s only just begun.
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