Hope At Dusk
This morning when i woke up
Not actually waking up because i had not slept
But when morning came
I watched as the people passed by me
Along this corridor that was my home
The only faithful counterpart i had
Because unlike many others it refused to possess doors
That the people would close for the street kid not to enter
This morning i overheard a conversation
As they vowed to throw me out of this corridor
Saying i was making it filthy and scaring away their customers
And because people like us cannot compete with the people
I knew it was going to happen
This evening when i came from my usual rounds
I met someone who opened a page of new troubles for me
Announcing that he was there to make sure i never slept in that corridor
Not because he had anything against me
But because the people had said so
Now as i sit on this river bank
I envy the waters and the power they possess
The people cannot throw them out of their channels
And the stars too amaze me because they can shine when they want
And the people cannot put them off like many other lights
The waters and the stars remind me something the people cannot do
They cannot control destinies, mine included
I therefore resolve to shape my destiny and give meaning to my life
So tomorrow morning when i wake up
Not actually waking up because i will not sleep
But when morning comes, i will begin a new journey
After all, may be it was not a page of new troubles
But a page of new hope to live like the people.
Copyright © Cyrus Theuri | Year Posted 2016
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