Billionaire Blair and Poor Piper
BILLIONAIRE BLAIR AND POOR PIPER
Ice cold world, late night rain fog,
Thought I saw, coming at me, a lone thug.
Certainly a sin for a billionaire like me going to meet
a friend at late hour, walking off this street.
Then I met old wraggled poor Piper,
Out of the fog, crawling up on me like a viper.
Then I said to homeless poor Piper:
"Aren't you cold outside, you're not even wearing a coat!"
He replied, "I don't have a coat,
I'm used to rocking my own boat.
The cold got nothin' much on me, I'm used to it.
Enough fire in me to power my head to my feet".
I said, "Ok.Wait for me, I'm going home to get you a coat."
My words of assurance kept Mr Piper's hopes afloat.
Got to my penthouse and got really busy there,
forgot about the poor man who's lurched in dispair.
The following morning, I remembered poor Piper.
I rushed out to locate him but found Piper's corpse
Due to the cold, and then from my eyes tear drops.
But Poor Piper left me melancholic short notes:
'When I had no warm clothes, I had mental strength
To fight the cold, survive and go on at length.
But when you promised to help, I clinged to your promise
And it killed my mental power, I couldn't but compromise'.
The corpse gazed at me, frozen to death with horrifying stare.
It's worthy to say that Poor Piper
wasn't killed by the cold but I, Billionaire Blair.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©August2022.
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