The old willow tree
Under that old willow tree
I kissed you for the first time
But now that old willow tree is
Withering and it is dying in agony
The same thing happened when you
Refused to come outside and talk
To me outside in the pouring rain
And you wrote a letter to me
(It was brought to me by a laughing
Bragging clown of the old school)
And that's how you told me that
Your love for me has gone cold
Now there is no difference between
Me and that old dying willow tree
I am alone in the death agonies why
Don't you come here and see for
Yourself what you'd done done?
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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