I have wasted the weekend in the cottage and the ocean,

I have tramped in the sand and the murram,

I have dined on Ugali and munched a melon,

An orange and a yam.

I have slept in the open,

With warm breeze over my body,

I have swum in the pool,

And taken nudes of myself.

I have argued like never before,

Discussed B’ Franklin and Isa’c Watts,

And their influence over my life,

And encouraged friends to journal.

I have made new friends,

And revived the old ones,

And finally met the one,

I have for long, searched for.

I have met young men,

Ambitious as I am,

Who needed a push,

Who needed encouragement.

I have met a beautiful lady,

Quiet and calm as I am,

But graceful, kind and gentle than I am,

And a skilled artist.

I have sauntered over the shore,

And startled an octopus,

And watched the waves,

As they kissed, split and formed troughs,

As they kissed, combined and formed crests.

It was worth all the time,

It was worth all the dime,

It was worth everything,

What a waste, what a glorious waste.