Dumbells That Ring At Night Be Quiet Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Like a slot machine on the run,
These dumbells picked up the tune.
Tired from being the neglected duo,
showing their master how it is done
became their mission.

Up, at five with the rise of dawn,
they held each other as up down
they showed their way of working out.

In a make believe, in the next wake,
he will know we were bought for this.
Yesterday found us there, now we climb
the air, all on our own.

Envying the see saw did not help, for
village children kept up the laughter,
while we lay in this corner abandoned,
like someone had died and left us to
be included in his will.

Now we declare freedom. We cannot face
a morrow green. For we came to help the
grass turn yellow, without a touch of
gentleness. Like the lawn at dawn soaked
in dew, we rise. Such companions that
grace the world remain unmoved le when
the house catches a fire.

Dumbells bells we are. Without eardrums
we hear. Who lifts us shall live, mule up
and sweat, for the motto is from dull ones, comes the good result of things you
get in twos.

Two dumbells ring better than one. For you
never ring them once before the other one
asks, 'what about me.' Now you bow
to the pressure of taking what people say
and making it yours. Who cares about a cry of the dumbell when you can fake a weight
loss by buying a size smaller and yell 'I dI'd it, ' to the applause of the well while the dumbest dumbells lay near your gym bag untouched.

Yes they may ring all night. Nag you with truths untold for months. The secret
remains. You two are not first cousins
no matter how loud they can ring. Bought to play the gambit, girls will see you pump.










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