Melancholy Poem by Peter Lungile Chidothe

I need a pen and a paper
I left my dearest friend on a dark corner waiting for my return
I had promised sweet melodies when coming, with a basket full of roses
Now I feel sad for my betrayal because during my pilgrimage,
I encountered more interesting things on the way
that I had forgotten my friend
I found very beautiful women dressed in silk
Their voices oozing honey
Their faces radiating beauty
By the end of it all, I lost my silver and gold,
the lyrics for my lover evaporated, and the roses died
So give me somewhere to write because I have to pen my dearest
to warn him of my homecoming
That it is with a heavy heart that he should not expect anything when I return,
just an empty head and empty sack,
but ready to break the ground once again