Companion of Life: Poems from Zimbabwe

While the hills are young

14 While the hills are young While the hills are young And your skin shines in the sun And your beauty sparkles in the night And your laughter a tight twang And your pace outpacing death And your conviction a granite rock And your caress an embrace of eternity And your teeth blades of sunlight And your tongue a flicker of lightning And your breast a resolute will And your eyes silent lullabies While the hills are young Make a bed of roses in the sunshine! Everything Pays Nothing doesn’t pay It pays to do bad As it pays to do good What only differs is the payment Nothing doesn’t pay It pays to be lazy As it pays to work hard What only differs is the payment Nothing doesn’t pay It pays to be unfaithful As it pays to be faithful ...