April chose me

April chose me
for my awakening
and although
where I live
it’s not set in spring,

there’s truth
that my April autumn brings
when every thing
starts to strip bare
without covering

and beyond the smiles
beyond glittering eyes
something much deeper lies

and I will any day
have love,
take truth, honesty
integrity and friendship,

than to act as though
all of the above
doesn’t matter at all
and wealth is
the only goal.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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