My story

There’s a story in my African sky

clearly seen and understood

when the clouds have passed on by

and winter says it’s arrived.

I could read it word for word out loud

and change my tone according to

the feeling of the times

if you asked me to.

No one asks; of course, they don’t

because history isn’t captivating

in a world that moves now double-pace

towards annihilation.

But my story never disappears

caught as it is in heaven’s blue

and when I look up, up, up,

I can see love smiling down.

That’s all it does; just smile, smile, smile,

to make me think my story is

completely acceptable

so why then be so woe betide?

I wrote you in, you see, in my forever story

but then the clouds rolled on it

and left a void where should have been

a truly meaningful conclusion.

When what we write has been erased

and love still smiles down, down, down,

what can we do but smile right back

because … one smile deserves another!