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Running,

I look down at my

Rolex watch,

No wonder those

Robbers are still

Chasing me.

They want my watch!

I have been running

In the middle of nowhere

For about one hour,

Through alleys of

Black,

Grey,

And the unknown,

In Durban.

I know soon my

Feet will give out,

I will be captured.

In the hands of the robbers,

Those Rolex hungry hands,

But I won’t let them take it,

I would rather be tortured to death,

Than get my Rolex stolen.

It was my dad’s once,

Until he passed away when I was

Just five years old.

I promised my dad I would not

Let go of him, when he died

Just like it was yesterday,

Holding his hands,

Asking me to not let go,

Until my hands gave out, and

He fell down the cliff.

He was always telling me,

One day that his Rolex

Would become mine,

But I always told him that

I won’t take his Rolex from him,

Until the day we can’t

Grasp hands anymore.

His body was

Found the next day,

And the watch was placed in

My possession.

The Clock keeps ticking,

And I feel my hand slowly

Loosing hold of the glistening watch.

I am falling,

Losing strength,

Seeing a white screen before me,

Am I dying?

I really don’t know,

But the only thing, I can

Really think about right now,

Is that feeling of the

Rolex Watch,

Quickly being loosened

Off my hand,

Into the hands,

Of the robbers.

 

 

 

 

Before your

Detailed gaze

Of seeking

Something of

Great importance

Rather than the

Normal boring and

Dull,

Your eyes

Catch a glimpse

Of a Glistening,

Boston Baby grand

Cherry colored piano.

 

That want,

That need,

To stroke those

Magnificent keys.

 

The look

That piano gives,

Only to you,

Luring you to

Play on its

Glossy black and

White keys.

 

Both the gorgeous

Looks and crystal

Sound is yearning to be

Tapped upon and

Closely admired.

 

That secret conversation

Just between the

Piano and the player,

Draws others to

Listen to the

Pianos sound.

 

Except, instead of

All being able to

Eavesdrop on the

Secret conversation,

Others can only

Hear the sound of

The piano keys being

Knocked upon.

 

This poem can

Only be divided

Into one note of thanks,

An ode to keys.

 

Mommy Mommy never starts the fight,

But instead sits in the kitchen with the light,

What tender hands, and golden fingers,

Nothing ever is left to linger.

 

In what country did thy appear?

Born with absolutely no fear.

Mommy here, Mommy there,

Nowhere could you find such as fair.

 

And what trouble & what joy?

Did poppy not buy you that toy?

When you pleaded with such fuss,

Still you answer was not yes.

 

What the anger & what the rage?

What hope did he truly cage?

Stop the tears from flinging about

Instead take another route.

 

Mommy was created

To bring all good fates.

Did you rank her high?

Did you thank her not on the fly?

 

Mommy Mommy never starts the fight,

But instead sits in the kitchen with the light,

What tender hands, and golden fingers,

Nobody is ever left to linger.

All carry talents of:

Great uniqueness,

Whether singing

Dancing,

Being a soccer champ,

Being the #1 gossiper,

Or even just being the

Outgoing one, who

Everyone comes to

When they need help,

Or a warm-hearted companion

To be around.

The sky is the limit to the

Talents all have.

 

Some may say,

I am not good at anything,

Or I am so dim-witted,

But really that is just

Part of the process that it

Takes for the so called

“Talentless”, to find their

Talent.

 

Like most, I carry a

Talent, but mine suits me

In the suit I prefer to be in

All the time,

Being myself,

And showing my talent of

Dancing,

Acting,

Singing, and don’t forget,

Being scholarly,

To the people

Who appreciate such a

Person as myself.

 

I may not be full of my

Self like others, and

Show off my

Talents. However, instead

I let the right people

See the person I really am.

 

I carry a talent like

No other. Some may have

These exact same

Talents, but mine is

Performed differently,

In both manner and style.

 

I am myself.

It would be extremely

Rare to find someone

Just like myself,

With such complex talents.

This is the person

I am today.

Not talentless

But talented.

 

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