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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