1000 Joyful women

When I get tired of running this world,
I will hang my boots the way my forefathers did
And retake one step back
Amid the echoes of light and eternal silence
I will watch
people fight their governments
the way I did
people learning how to live but not how to die
the old giving way to the new...
the evils of this world and the vanity
what I stood for being moved!

But my spirit will be as free as the wind blows
whether I existed and exited
will not be contained on epitaphs
or heaps of bones under the earth
but in the monuments that awake with these mornings
and the breaths of 1000 joyful women.



Poetry by Samuel Mugambi
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Written on 2013-08-08 at 22:18

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Samuel Mugambi
I'm thankful for each day struggle and each one of you.
2013-08-29


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well written. You must be a very busy man.
2013-08-11


Rob Graber
"Existed and exited": a very nice playing of the words!
2013-08-09