The Bicycle at the Door


The bicycle is at the door
You have come to visit
Please come in
Next to you I will sit
I will make a cup of tea
We can talk about soft sand and the blue sea
So many dreams we had
Then you departed, how sad
The last I saw you I was twenty three
We laughed and joked under the baobab tree
If only I could change history
What could have been remains a mystery
What made you visit me?
I am now seventy three
Still, come in
I feel like twenty three
Have you come to take me?
By Amaljan