A Life Undone
With no anger and no remorse,
I have this to remind to me
That time is past its prime for me
From what I was years ago
To what I have become,
A mid-age who has lost his all
As have spiraled down the stocks
The stairway into the junkyard
Leaving him as his sole tangible
And his newfound fixation -
A two-horsepower car.
He faced an unsure future
As the necklace of toxic thorns
That the run-down portal
To his fortune wore,
Had put to swoon his laughter,
So spontaneous in its noise
And yet so contagiously jovial,
That had enabled him
To patronize clients
At his whims and fancies.
Unfit to navigate through life
A revelation struck him
One day like a fright
In the ravaged heartland
Of his famished self-esteem
That he had not cultivated for long,
Revealing the steeled contours
Of an enigmatic intrigue
That had the chance to reverse
The direction of his fortunes.
A victim of hard times,
It was hard for him to opine
If the plot cosmic
Rained sanity or insanity.
Yet, anticipating a new start
A smile basked his face
As he slumbered peacefully
Looking heavenward,
An image etched forever
In his stockbrokers' hearts.
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