David Carolissen Poems
- 1. Graduating From Childhood
I realized with trepidation
that you fast growing up.
Soon you, and many of your generation
will graduate from childhood
... - 2. Only Words... My Son
Yield to love; both a proper self-love
and a sincere love for others.
One that will do no harm to you or your neighbor,
both here and for eternity.
... - 3. So We Were Poor...!
Yes we were poor, what da hell?
My parents could not read or write
It was a struggle to finish Matric with candle light.
When others kids could have their rapports signed
... - 4. Kylemore Of Niks
Generasies wat was, was en wat is sal spoedig ook nie meer wees nie,
die sterre wat die hemelruim van my tydgenote verlig, word beurtelings uitgedoof.
Een vir een word die fondasie-leêrs van ons gemeenskap weg geroep,
stadig maar seker word hulle voorbeeld van nederige diens
... - 5. [email protected]
The uniformed steps measured, prepared, rehearsed
Unlike our hearts, the world …
The coffin disappointingly small,
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