I Was Once A Poet
I was once a poet weaving the lines of joy like a love-striken damsel,
Hoping the day would never come when the cock would crow three times,
I was once a boy dreaming dreams of a blissful life,
Scorning the past snake bites and regretful sighs
That could bid me walk a cautious road.
Alas, joy lasted until sunset when the masquerade wore its true garb
And began the evil dance beside my bed chamber
So sleep took a forceful flight and the boy finally became a man,
And the pretended bliss hurriedly gave its seat to grief.
I was once a believer in the pigeon's song,
The sweet melody of a hungry cat trying to lure a mouse to its gory end.
But now I throw my ink and my dreams,
I burn the scrolls of my schemes,
Ready to walk the rugged path.
I was once a poet
But now I a man again,
A much learned man.
Copyright © Esson Alumbugu | Year Posted 2019
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