Staggering and
wobbly
Relentlessly
drunk
Satisfied yet
fatigued
Far far far!
The distance to
his bed seemed
He could see it
yet it seemed far
Oh how he loved
that bed!
The lights in
the room seemed to upset his bloodshot eyes
He flinched and
staggered on
Carelessly
freeing himself of his clothing
Clothing which stunk
of a hard-day’s work
Oh yes this man
was tired!
So drained of
all his power
Fatigue written
carefully on the lines of his face
Wrinkled and
old his young face now looked
The wrinkled
face of a striver
He was now rid
of the last piece of cotton
The cotton that
covered his dark skin
Cotton once
white and now brown
All wet and unpleasant
The bed was now
right in front of him
What a miracle!
A journey so
far had now come to an end
Oh what a sweet
dwelling of unconsciousness!
A pleasant
sight to behold after hours of toiling
He sighed his
relief
His crown was
found
He could now
sit on his throne
A final smile
of joy…
As he dumped
his hundred kg form on the soft mattress
The one
furniture in his house he could trust with weight
And off to the
yonder he went
‘Cause he was
drunk with sleep!
By
Sylvia Chika
sylviachika@gmail.com
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