Out on the moor the,
Sun was too loud to be ignored.
While the labour tore my all.
Yet, Mr Gwenzi seemed bold
And persistent, as I complained.
I could see sweat outlining his green vest,
But he kept proceeding with the job.
I felt forlorn as I reveries.
“Dance according to the tune, slowly but sure” -he said.
June came the following year he was gone.
His hard work and patience really paid off.
Because of his words, today I set a goal and task-force.