Throwing Away Good Chunks Of Life Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

If life was meat,
Would we throw it away
In large huge chunks,
For anyone to catch,
The way we throw the minutes
And hours away?

If it was left over meat,
Would we stretch our hands,
And grab at the chunks,
We kept in the freezer,
To consume on a rainy day,
In the dead of night


The dogs would scramble,
At the chunks and run,
With us following, shouting,
Their names and cursing,
For they have stinged us a part,
Of last nights dinner,
With its delicious juicy parts.


Would we let the seconds,
Fly away like maggots,
Going out of the window,
When you spray your house,
Never to be seen again?

For without these,
There would be no day,
Without a second,
Its grain of sand feeling,
Into the hourglass of life,
Where no week would be,
No day to slice away,
And peel off this roast,
That we bake in this oven.

I heard it said,
That time was money,
I went to the back,
And stood in line,
For one second more,
For they had plenty of it,
In their vaults,
Yet could not pay a dime,
To the poor beggar,
Who came with hope,
Not even one second,
I thought as I left,
This place where they say,
They keep the likes of time.