When I was boy and life was young (ghazal)
There was a strange kind of living time
a kind of experiencing joy time
when I was boy and the world was still young,
when you for me you had lost your meeting time
all of joy, our sweet love was away flung,
as to our love it was the end of time
but never in shame was my head low hung,
and for friendship I could always find time
but of your friends I did not count among,
with years we did not notice passing time
while you did not know where you do belong
we were ready for the effect of time
but still life was like a great kind of song
and now for us, for life there is no time.
poem by Gert Strydom
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