Chinenye mba am a Writer of Poetry and Prose.
Freezing they played
till it was dark
Were they a trio?
Or just old
and having fun
dressed in black?
The oldest innately beat
the tambourine
like a pro.
The shorter man struck
the acoustic
like a rock star.
Listening to the melodious
voice of the man in the middle
I thought it was the man in the mirror
and I remembered cold took him.
No wonder
they simply wanted to keep warm.