Sometimes young. sometimes old.
is he coming or going?
from where to where?
All mixed up
The right time on the wrong road.
The right road leading to the wrong place.
He wont tell me
There is daylights left in me
He still got a chance
Don't loose it
Don't let the old bruises put the rope around your neck
It's dark.
(All lines written by Athol Fugard on Bosman & Lena put together into this poem by dzumbu mmbara.)
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