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OAP
I'll meet him
The man I saw in my dreams
Dressed snazzy
Checked Cashmere shirt
An oversized knee length
Tropical tan short
Towering tall and elegant
Threatening to overthrow unicorns
With his beauty.
A pensioner by age.
I'll finally savour the honours
Of sitting close to him
To listen to his tongue
Glazed razor sharp with wisdom
That pierces the toughest flesh
For he speaks the wisdom of the past
He speaks gracefully
Voice plummy,mellifluous, matter of fact
The best tunes played on the oldest fiddles
Never getting out of breath
I'll ask if he knew
From his world of old
That all would be new
Changed for a race
In the social space
Virtues eroding
Vices uploading
What would he do
To drum back his troupes
To an ethical rectitude
Helping them cultivate
A refinement
In the foundational principles of our being.

© Be Kisambi