Pick me up
That my nerves, cool is misery
That my knees, not as youth
That my face as ploughed land
Though
A brain as sharp as razor
My heart as a blossoming flower
Your wrinkled face so tender
Yester-sunsets
Your voice still as a songbird
Lifts up my soul
Sing
Pick me up my dear.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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