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A PROUD OLD MANCitambi ZuluThey say they are healthier Than me, Though they can’t walk to the End of a mile. At their age I walked forty at night to wage battle at dawn. They think they are healthier Than me. If their socks get wet, They catch cold, When my sockless feet got wet, I never sneezed, But they still think that the are healthier than me. On a soft mattress over a spring bed they still have to take a sleeping pill
But I, with reeds cutting into my ribs my head resting on a piece of wood, I sleep like a baby and snore. They blow their noses and the Pocket the stuff. “That is hygienic” so they will say. I blow into the fire, they say “It’s barbaric.” If a dear one dies, I weep without shame And if someone jokes I laugh with all my heart. They stifle a tear as if crying is something wrong. And they stifle a laugh as if to laugh is also wrong. No wonder they need psychiatrists!
They think they have more power of will than me Our women were scarcely covered in the days of yore, But adultery was a thing Unknown. Today they go wild on seeing a slip On a hanger! When I have more than one legitimate Wife They tell me hell is my destination. But when they have one and countless mistresses. They pride themselves in cheating the world. nay, let them learn to be honest first themselves Before they persuade me to change my ways. |
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