Dedicated to my daughter.

I once rose as the morning star,
But now am deluded and oppressed.
A wretched senile with pain laden tears.
Enslaved to passion of those days.

My unhappy soul is shaken with rejection.
Stressed with the failure of not to be loved,
But back in the days I was the only alley child.
That all the lass wanted to be with me.

Darkening my heart with passion,
But now am a woe to them.
Nobody to call me his own.
Faded with the calamity of the old age.

         Joshua madiba