June 27, 2013
Torn Denims
It was Christmas time
When the church bells chime
Gifts are yet to come
Incomplete for some
I was passing along the snowy street
Never expected we would meet
A mournful old man
With a support stick and a talisman
“Want some chocolate, sir?” I said
He smiled at me and revered
“Christmas is bright for all,
for me the world’s a gloomy hall”.
A glassy look he had
His situation worse and bad
He has no aims in life now
To work harder was his everyday vow
Begging was the only choice
No support, no voice
Mind was readjusting
Weak body unwilling
“The big man took it away
Now on the streets I lay
My family, my property, my everything
Never thought the horror he would bring”
Now I came to understand
He is duped with no land
No one to catch if he falls
Not even a place for nature’s call
I escorted him to my house
Gave him jacket and some gloves
What a friend was he
Sad to say “was”, you see
People on earth falsify
For money even tell lie
When would cheating come to an end
When would people learn to lend
Readers can find the solution
For people with that corrupt notion
Let’s be cautious and take vows
That’s our right we will surely espouse.
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