THE LOVE THAT NEVER WAS

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

We met them by the pool of the village stream
And at once we knew their pants were crimson-red
If I were alone, I mean all alone
I would have known what to do
But alas!
This life being what it is
I was not to be alone
And so it was I lost the chance of my life
To do what I knew best.

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