David Andre' Klopper

Rookie - 1 Points (7 January 1962 / Durban, South Africa)

Wayward Son - Poem by David Andre' Klopper

When the world is too much,
Your suffering a convenient crutch,
If life presses down too hard,
Change comes too slow, or to fast,
In every race, you come last,
Then I smile because,
You're coming back to me!

Sadness in the rain,
Your pain is my gain,
Tears and desperation,
Feeding my elation,

You hang on with all you've got,
Trying to hold on too tight,
Peace comes to those who might,
Light a candle in the night,

Sadness in the rain,
Your pain is my gain,
Tears and desperation,
Feeding my elation,

When finally you give up,
Let go and float free,
Down the river of life,
Then you'll come back to me!

Blending back as one,
Forgetting about the sun,
Away from the daily grind,
Heaven is a state of mind!

20 May 2012
Bleecker street
NYC

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 20, 2012



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