Stone Cold Hearts Poem by Erl Mbeha

We grew up with stone cold hearts
In the dark alleys, away from shine
Learning all the selfish ways
Vocabulary filled with I, me, mine
Wasting away all our precious days
On vanity and folly.
We were afraid of fires and bonds
And we ridiculed anything holly.
Look at us now, nothing but bones.

A life spent foolishly
A life without either of the Devine fires
Love, Trust, Peace, Harmony, Kindness and
Genuine Laughter
They all slipped past us like the whistling wind.
We didn't want them, we had other motives
But tell me, what did we live for?
What is really worth living for?

Life is like a day
Dawn comes shimmering from the darkness
Leaving behind all the uncanny nocturnal life
And bringing us the familiar sound of Sylvia borin.
Morning passes and noon comes and…goes
Dusk arrives and paints the celestial canvas black.
Eventually the blackness solidifies…end of day.
It has ended and you can never get it back.