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A HOPELESS CRY

A HOPELESS CRY
By L.J

Rays shone upon his window
A new dawn with new beginnings for him
Knapsack on his back, old worn out clothes and shoes
He set out on a journey of the unknown
With no food nor water he set on
Hopeful of what lay ahead.

On his journey did he give away his last coin to a street urchin
‘Hey Mister, You need it more than l do.’
‘Blessed is he who gives than the one who receiveth’
With those words, he walked on
Hopeful of what lay ahead.

Passing a gated community, he stopped and surveyed
‘Someday l will belong there’
‘Woe…you would never belong! This is only for the enlightened’ he was told
Smirking he went on, with each step he was elated
The light on his path shinning brighter and brighter
Just like Jesus in the wilderness he felt
Hopeful of what lay ahead.

As the sky turned to Orange
His journey was directed towards his house
A one squared roomed structure he called a home
Sleeping on a grumbling stomach,
mosquitoes and crickets being his only lullaby
He slept on, hopeful of what lay ahead.

Day in day out, blue sky orange sky
His life was the same
Then one fateful day he slept on never to be woken
A neighbour found him on his death bed peaceful
Hitherto still hopeful of what lay ahead



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