Goodbye old brick house

How sad when we leave it all behind!
Fading as a flower in the afternoon heat,
or as a rain drop on a petal.
We say goodbye to the old brick house,
walls covered with charcoal drawn cars,
goodbye verandah upon which death came,
to thousands of ant men and children,
at hands of evil deity me.
Goodbye to hidden closets,
when hide and seek ruled the day's play.
Goodbye to the green colored ceiling,
under whose watch,
in the lamp or candle light,
we made shadows on the wall,
of grumpy old men
of cold mother hubbard,
How we laughed!
Sheila and Samson and I.
Now we are old,
we have to say goodbye again,
to tin roof house,
to old Mvule tree,
but this time we wont return,
to Tasha the cat,
or Nestar the dog,
Its a long long way from home,
many rivers to cross they say,
mountains higher than the Everest,
roads without end,
days without end,
Nights without beginning,
No 99 red baloons floating above,
no partying like its 1999,
no bells to ring,
only dreams,
and the red brick house,
and 3 little pigs,
to say goodbye to,
forever,
and ever.



D Wasake
10 January 2009.