Bring Back My Past
I remember tales, riddles and jokes
From my granny's, huts
And enjoyed, pounded nuts.
I remember we swam, in streams
And played, with mud, sinking muddy vessels
And laughed, cried, when we won and had losses.
I remember father's and mother's, praises and teases
For scores we made, and naïve made faults
Bring back my past, who can make for dice
I remember well for this, and miss,
Gold, silver and bronze,
None would, turn the past, as a piece!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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