Frank Ian Bowen
Pillow Poems 3 - Poem by Frank Ian Bowen
Before you sleep this night away
Think about your life today
What did you do to help poorer souls?
With whom did you share ambitions and goals?
How much do you care about Africa’s needs?
She judges you by your actions and deeds.
What will you do with your life in the morn?
Will you use it to help, in Africa’s dawn?
Can you hear the wind stirring in the trees?
It’s the evening wind, we’ll call it a breeze.
It comes as the land tries to warm up the sky
The air that it warms then rises up high
And in comes the cool air on breeze’s back
To chill your bones if warm clothing you lack
So at this time of year in the bush we advise
Warm clothing at night; it’s considered quite wise!
You came by car down the red dirt road
And now you’re here we’ll lighten your load
We’ll help you to play hard all of the day
‘Cos all time work just does not pay
You get so stressed, you feel so tense
You need a break for recompense
So here we are, with plans for you
To help you chill and soul renew.
Have you seen a dung beetle work?
From massive tasks it will not shirk
So take a tip from beetle black
When faced with challenge, do not slack
Tomorrow’s games may stretch you some
You’ll find you need to work as one
And at the end with smiles and grins
You’ll go home tired, but all will win.
Have you laughed a lot today?
Did your colleagues help you find your way?
Was it good to feel success?
Despite your thoughts of ‘What a mess’!
It’s great to build esprit-de-corps
You feel so good you’ll want some more
So sleep real well this night my friend,
Tomorrow’s tasks will help you mend!
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