Sometimes I don’t believe

I sometimes I don’t believe we are in love
Your attitude and the way you go it slow
leaves no room for intimacy.
Perhaps you consider me old
and so find it not fitting for me loving you .
It’s abominable
You need men young enough and ajile
Men presantable enough to be your men
I only a shelter to hide from the sun’s heat.

But one day ,
when your days shall be over
your time come to pass
and those who used twist your brain disappeared into thin air out in search for better looking women
You grown to hag
You shall remember me .
But alas I shall be gone
in search for someone in earnest.

Sitidziwa Ndoya
15 August 2015 .


About ndoya68

I am a Malawian born sel- taught artist living in Zimbabwe who apart from my sel- employment job as a carpenter have devoted most of spare time writing poetry musclin my way into the more academic literal world where men and women of letters are busy showcasing their various forms of literal skills .Though not yet established in the print media, I have found my place in the online media sociial networks where I have a number from various parts of the world enjoying my work . But this is limit. I also aim to venture into the print media and make a name .
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