Time Passes Him (English Ballade) Poem by Gert Strydom

Time Passes Him (English Ballade)



His world falls into disrepair,
as if pulled out of the universe,
his life shatters into fragments
he looses his work, his house

chorus:
time passes him
days becomes weeks, weeks turn into months,
full of lonely evenings
months change into years.

his wife leaves him for a lover,
both of his cars are stolen,
his brown Labrador passes away from tick-bite fever
his black and white cat gets cat-flue

and nothing turns out well,
but he looks at life level-headed,
daily searches for work
and write poems one after the other.

His motorbike is smashed
from under him by a four by four
and not really mended properly
while he tries to build a life from shoelaces

and when he walks down the street
the sky is pure blue,
he notices plovers on the rugby field
hears doves in the trees,

faces are unknown to him,
he knows no girl in this new town
and he is speechless,
as some are smiling at him

but he talks to nobody,
is only observing,
every evening he has to take the family devotion
and it’s a struggle for him

and mornings when the sun rises,
he digs in the garden,
see weeds and grass sprouting out everywhere
and it’s as if everything keeps on declining

and still he persists in hoping,
walking the road to town day after day
as if a miracle could happen suddenly,
as if at a time God can untie his life.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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