what’s the rush?

            What’s the rush?

            Stop! Wait, look and listen,

            Break the shackles of this prison,

            Life is passing by

            What’s the rush?

           Take a moment to breathe,

           Savour the scent of life replete,

           Before life passes by

           What’s the rush?

            Hear her call you!

           Why is she so blue?

           A melancholic sight indeed

           Cause she just passed by.

for a nap

Holding his swaddled little body

brought the cherub face close to my bosom,

giving the sweet nectar of life from my pap

I yearned for a peaceful nap.

With heavy, sleep laden eyes,

sore nipples and crampy thighs,

unkempt hair, a frizzy sight,

I yearned for a nap at night.

And when I thought the angelic face,

had enough of my heavy breast,

the devil wailed, pulling me from my rest,

and all I yearned was, for a nap from the fest.