Ruben Kapimbi
For the sun hikes up the hills,
to smear Vaseline around your heels,
and flashes you the skills,
Start thine day with brown
or white toast.
Weed the whole wheat.
Blacks and whites have equal sunshine,
Our thoughts squashed between
morning and nightfall,
For the wasted yesterday was
once a today!
The sun’s petals flirting our dreams,
To shovel the ups and downs of life,
These candlewax dreams
will melt by noonday.
Or they’ll sewage into
streams of tears,
For tomorrow will morph
into today.
Fake friends passing by,
like busy-ness-men?
The dearests sipping tears, and
paddling in a pool of sweat.
Surmount today – tomorrow won’t bully you.
Sunrise is a blank page,
Nightfall is a sketchpad of
miscarried goals.
The fragile plans, blown by procrastinating winds.
Cling to what’s right, let
go what’s left.
Daybreak induces
embryonic missions,
Before curtains of nightfall entomb
your unfulfilled wishes.
Every second a coinage to splurge
So lug a feather-light suitcase
of do’s & don’ts
For we’re squeezed between the
first light
and last night.
Seize today and chain yesterday!
Rich out to the Poor?
Some will ignite a match
to
arson your tantrums ideas:
Before the sunset slam shuts the day;
You only have Y24 to open today’s door,
Hug the sunshine and shove the darkness.
To put it in black and white.
Today is all that matters!