Golden Perambulations

One and thousand journeys taken,

All so clear in the frail strides you now take,

My impatient and reckless feet,

 Are finding it hard to take this walk with you,

The fast and furious is how am playing my life,

Just like my stranger neighbor George, or is it James

Yet you have known those around you,

In your village, you call them by name, Amani and Upendo,

And here I am, spinning out of control,

I’ll walk these slow steps with you, and learn all that I can,

Before this hurricane of change,

Spins me higher and higher to a level,

Where humanity is but a past vocabulary

Crisscrossed lines above your brow sketch a clear image

Grand times that have made your existence,

 The frowns and the smiles each leaving a clear print

A day at a time you said to me,

Tomorrow is promised to nobody,

That I should lay down these meaningless quests

To cheat age, embrace the inevitable,

Tap to inner wells and replenish those around me,

With kindness and care,

Before this hurricane of self indulgence,

Spins me lower and lower to a level,

Where we are but slaves to the mirror

There is a slight tremor in your speech,

That sounds a lot like music,

With words to guide and counsel,

Teach me these that you know,

And I will listen,

Before this hurricane of arrogance,

Push me into a river of knowledge,

That  drenches me in all that is superficial

And strips me of the essence of me

Your mirror like gaze reflects the inner peace

That comes with acceptance of our human Lot,

Teach me these secrets,

Of contentment and gratitude

Before this hurricane of ingratitude,

Leaves me a gofer always chasing after the wind

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