Treasure Island

Sakhile Junior Mndzebele

(1993 / Lobamba)

Die Young, As Late As Possible


I dont want to die now, not when there is so much more I'm yet to achieve. I dont want to die cursing death because I belive that in time, I could have done more.
Yet again, I dont want to die an old man's death, full of regrets and cursing death and why it never came sooner. Being bedridden for years yet all could have ended in seconds, since being bedridden is as good as death because life and time passes you by.
Instead of dying now; a youngboy's death, and dying then; an elderly mans death, let me die young, as late as possible...

Submitted: Monday, September 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013
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