OVER THE YEARS CLICHE'S

Over The Years Cliché’s

Same old same old, cried the old veteran farmer! Crops seem to get worse and worse over these ever-drying seasons. Time flies past and unnoticed as the fast-moving clouds’ flight from the ensuing stormy weather.

The old farmer would have been better prepared for all the advancing adverse weather, well ahead of time, had God given him the wisdom of the fast-flying clouds. But alas, this old farmer relies on the twenty-four-hour cycle wisdom: where luck is as illusive as the eclipsing moon.

Over the years like this old veteran farmer, I worked and worked thinking my labouring toils were productive and carving a sealed future for myself: only to discover I was only building castles on the beach just for the advancing waves to level the sands again as it were!

I frowned with an aching heart as these over the years clichés began to bite and gnawed into my dear soul jilted by the unforgiving arms of time. I hurt.

Over the years this old Professor chased the dream of wisdom always breaking into new frontiers far ahead of his peers. Receiving accolades from the four corners of the world became his opium and obsession as he forgot about the unforgiving hands of time.

One day age caught up with him as his mind and body refused to dance to the old tune of over the years clichés.

 After noticing his waning popularity, the old Prof threw away his reading glasses and pens and books as far as he could. Time forced him to retire in his rocking chair where he spent his remaining years sitting and yearning incessantly in his tiny front porch where nobody recognised the man he used to be only yesterday.

Over the years the learned Prof, quietly passed away and gave up the ghost with not so much fanfare and accolades as he received in his illustrious giant strides. The world had forgotten all about him, over the years.

Over the years the old veteran actor and famous womaniser of note, spent his entire life riding upon the crest wave of success and fame. After realising he could get any woman he wanted: the man made it his ultimate goal to catch as many preys as he could find. His evil desires were driven by lust. Love: was not even visible in his tainted horizons.

Over the years like it happened to the old farmer and the old Prof: age caught up with the veteran famous actor. Waking up one day with all of his magic gone, the man wondered if life was all about conquering and getting more of the same. He made up his mind to change to a better man, but alas, the moment of death would not afford him another chance. He died alone in his forlorn apartment, over the years.

Over the years, the filthy rich man, spent his years designing his dream retirement plans, carefully choosing his life policies only his big bucks could afford. He thought his money was a guarantee to longevity and loathed poverty and despised the poor as the hereditary curse.

Over the years, a deadly blood disease was discovered in his veins and the doctors gave him no chance to live another year. The filthy rich man died a painful death still sandwiched between his money and golden life policies which could guarantee no longevity for him.

Over the years, all souls, and every life wind up dead and gets buried in the same ground where we all came from with only grave markers separating the poor from the rich. Our grave epitaph remains the sole witness to the futile life once lived by the person buried underground.

Over the years before we wink our last, God somehow always comes thru and helps us to understand that our lives were one big cliché we acquired over the years: and yet the obnoxious man still continues to march as if nothing will dim his inflated pride over the years!

Over the years, life is nothing but a cliché’ to nowhere...

Life is a cliché' is a cliché'

Over The Years Rhyme Written By: Sydney Pikelela Gutyungwa  

© 28 November 2021

Featured Song: Groovalicious

From The album:

 Groovalicious

Smooth Jazz Artist: Chris Standring © 2003