Short Trip To The Windermere. Poem by Thabani Khumalo

I once was a young man,
clever and fervent with the vision of the light
and I hasted with every dime I had in possession,
to purchase strong drink for, with it,
was inebriation and cheer with promiscuous girls.

I once jeered at a shriveled old man's wisdom
for I was pretty keen on fashion to fulfill the void of my soul.
My ears were sealed and not broken
and I heard not the purpose of his counsel.
He said, "travel not the short journey to the mighty Windermere -
I once was young and hasted to reject the words of the light,
it was when an old man told me not to follow the short road to the Windermere."