Treasure Island

Doreen Maphosa

(3 August / Masvingo, Zimbabwe)

Bittersweet


It can not stand still, no.
It can only give way to the new, yes.
Bittersweet.
It can not be denied, no.
You can only succumb to its dominant will, yes.
Bittersweet.
Friends become lovers, lovers become friends.
Love turns to hate, yes.
Bittersweet.
Then, you were there, now you are here. Yes.
Bittersweet.
Life blooms, life decays.
The sun rises, and swiftly gives way to sunset.
Yes.
Bittersweet.
Oh, the vitality and energy of youth.
Seemingly indomitable, yes.
But no sooner than it give way to the wisdom and slumber of old age.
Bittersweet.
Its the ebb and flow of time.
Its what makes us, its what breaks us.
We might need it.
We might loathe it.
Bittersweet.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 08, 2014
Edited: Thursday, January 09, 2014

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