Happiness Come... - Poem by PHUMLA KHANYILE
Happiness why mock me from a distance
Pretending to come my way
To a point I heard your footsteps
Yet like morning dew you melted
Did you not approach to embrace?
With open arms ran my way
Just as I sighed with relief
You floated pass my grip
Like patches of shades
In the sunniest of days
You choose whom to touch
Without as much a regret
Tell me why I must give you a chase
Like a shadow tail your hidden heels
Yet to some you rise in glory
Never to set behind the hills
Can't you choose me without a plea?
In the crowd of hearts that yearns
What should I do to make you stay?
To make my smile always shine?
Happiness I am here
Waiting patiently for my turn
With hope that you'll soon come
To plough joy in all corners of my heart
I hope time will not steal my chance
Nor envy cloud my opportunity
I'll await you with a song of hope
Till am awakened by sound of your coming
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