She Could Have Been
An old women
she sat in thought
looking at all these
beautiful young women
passing by the banch in the park,
she then starts to spill tears,
and regrets the missed opportunity
she strives not to believe,
that she has no home,
and memories of his youth days
Start boiling like a melted steel
And one question she asked
'Why did I not cherish my youth days'
Now no one, wants to be in the same pain,
trust me, you want to!
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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