I lost a ring
As a Safari
it was good
First time
in Africa West
As by the
sunlit beach I stood
‘Midst
strangers, a lonely guest
Only
yesterday I was crying
As while
walking I had lost
A golden
ring and I was trying
To find it
at any cost
I gave up
and sat on a rock
While a
tramp, stood in the gale
Looking as
if to take stock
So I told
him my sad tale
It was my
father’s precious ring
Which his
own dad had given him
As in bed he
lay dying
Of an
illness painful, grim
The tramp
took me by the hand
Combing
every corner and nook
Turning
every inch of sand
However
long, the time it took
I was ready
to take defeat
But no, not
this strange ally
Who I had
the chance to meet
As he was
just standing by
Finally he
stood up in glee
‘There it is
behind the reed!’
And shining
there, I could see
My father’s
precious ring indeed!
He firmly
refused my reward
Not even a
drink in the bar
‘Your got
your ring, Thank God!
It’s the
best reward by far!’
So on my
trip to Africa
Not only did
I find my ring
But that
‘humanity exists afar’
That was the
more precious thing.
