Happy Mhlongo
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Poem "It is a long lane that has no turning":
- written October 2008
- published October 12, 2008
- viewed 347 times
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Poem "It is a long lane that has no turning":
- written October 2008
- published October 12, 2008
- viewed 347 times
Other poems by Happy Mhlongo:
»It is a long lane that has no turning«
Follow the river you'll find the sea
Sitting down in the tactturn room.
Counting the corners, hours gone.
I've put all my eges in one basket
And now the world is pulling me down.
I've count my chiken before I hatched them
And now I know enough is better than too much.
The burden is getting heavier and heavier.
I'm still in the starter of the river
It too far to the end.
Hours and days here I move slow,
But still no progress is like I'm on the same spot.
I tried to follow the river
To find that the sea is far to reach.
And not easy to climb the last mountain in front.
Sitting down in the tactturn room.
Counting the corners, hours gone.
I've put all my eges in one basket
And now the world is pulling me down.
I've count my chiken before I hatched them
And now I know enough is better than too much.
The burden is getting heavier and heavier.
I'm still in the starter of the river
It too far to the end.
Hours and days here I move slow,
But still no progress is like I'm on the same spot.
I tried to follow the river
To find that the sea is far to reach.
And not easy to climb the last mountain in front.
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