Day's Diary
Cho:
O friends forgive my hiatus that I wandered away
I miss the poetrysoup, and here is my life's lay.
My soul has come to rest at a dismal place
Where the winds no longer ripple the sea
The calmness of the water is not for grace
The screaming storm was much better to me
But I have learnt to bide my time
To keep my shadow away from the hot sun
And carry the cross for history's crime
The doldrums dawdles wherever eyes may run.
Hence I am kept imprisoned from the soup
Of poetry, and friends my eyes long to caress
And walk in sorrow beyond the ken of group
Beyond the meter brimming in my breast
I carry my song with a hope eternal and strong
I carry it like river collecting from its frets
And O companions how my bondage soul long
To sip your teas and dance your soft minuets.
A man should not be broken so by the poverty
Of the times, should not be stripped of all he earned
Should not have to let house go for misery
Should not for bread and shelter in old age yearn
These are evil times that strip the soul of all
Yet will not concede my hope, nor trade my dream
Pride is all I have to dilute the taste of gall
And songs to sing when my diminished days would scream.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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