Well, I am determined to stick to all the prompts this year and am not going to be daunted by this error. Therefore, a desultory stab at the proper 23rd one for this year. based on sound and language:
In South Africa, ‘House zit oh!’
forms a greeting,
Not asking to look after their place,
But ‘How is it’ (with you) ‘person’
(that you’re meeting),
And response then given, face-to-face,
Is ‘Arm good; arm good; end jew?’ meaning,
‘I’m good; and you?’
Which reply then makes you want to freak,
One did not wish morals to add as
things that you knew;
A health reply is all one might seek.
Like meteor that darts across the sky
Or northern lights that flicker fleetingly
The span was short, but sweetly it went by
Though asked that it would stay, entreatingly.
That longer days and nights it might remain,
Continuing the time that we had shared,
Vain wish, existence it would not retain …
Sand through the hour-glass and could not be spared.
The joy our company was to afford,
Though fated that so rationed it would be
Was still extended by some mystic cord
Together, or apart, still joined were we.
When reached acceptance of the awful loss,
And knowledge that there would be no return,
Still there came comfort, and it comes because
That cord still lets me feel for what I yearn.