A Life Undone
Time is past its prime for me
Remind have I this to me.
From what I was years ago
To what have I become,
A mid-age man who has lost his all
As stocks, he owns, spiral down the stairway
Into a junkyard, leaving him as his tangible sole
His newfound fixation: a two horsepower car.
An unsure future he faced
As the necklace of thorns toxic
That the portal run-down to his fortune wore
Had put to swoon his laughter
So spontaneous and yet so contagious,
That enabled him to patronize clients
At his whims and fancies.
Incapable to navigate through life
A revelation struck him one day like a fright
In the ravaged heartland of his self-esteem,
Revealing the contours of an intrigue enigmatic
Vowed to reverse the direction of his fortunes.
A victim of times hard, 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.
Copyright © Pramod Rastogi | Year Posted 2020
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