CHANGE-Ian “wordsmith”Munywe
upon his visage boasts sweat,
industry an upheld virtue.
Firm stature is exhibited,
hard labour an accepted custom.
A time for toil yearns,
wheat and other victuals for the future.
Every stride to strive in burning heat,
a quest out of perpetual penury.
Feelings of disillusionment eminent,
in the brink of a huge fall.
Life such a baffling puzzle,
every day hassle inevitably knows no end.

A new dawn presents opportunity,
quite in a rush for elevation.
An orison heard audibly,
benedictions befalling a mortal.
Reverted in such haste such distaste,
it were best in prior times.
A new sense of belonging looming,
adaptation of wanting predisposition.
Amidst all the experience,
hardly a thought in modesty lines.

Amnesia having set in,
pristine of new life in no time.
Integrity eroded ferociously,
candidacy annihilated in totality.
How mankind does change,
indeed swiftly we tend to forget.