Old man you look so lonely…
Sitting there alone…
I can almost see the tears…
Running down his face…
The face of stone…
You seem to be in another world…!
Another time perhaps, another place…?
You turn to look at me…
I see your lips begin to smile...!
He said; do you believe in me!
I can see that his heart had miles…
I didn’t know what to say…!
I almost turned…
And walk away…
I looked into this old mans eyes…
Felt an old feeling…
Strange…I felt surprised…!
Who is this old man?
Do I know him?
Why do I feel this way?
Sit with me for a while he said…!
And pray!
It’s o.k. To feel fear…!
For the end is coming…
This is why I’m here…
To forgive you of all your sins…
Who are you?
Look deep into my eyes and,
You shall see the truth…!
Could this be?
That the old man…
Is…
Me…?
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Reviewed on October 19, 2001
extremely honest verses; expressive, tense in tone but speaking to the only pathway to clarity...
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
The ending really got me.
Great job...
Thanks,
Trixie