Misery
MISERY :
After all the wealth and fame he accrued,
After all the wild parties he threw,
After all the promiscuous and gypsy women he chewed,
After all the fake friends he drew,
And after all the recreational places he knew,
He now sits on the seat of rue,
Thinking and planning of what to do.
While his feet are hurting in his shoe.
Now that all his fame and wealth are gone,
And his fair weather friends have themselves withdrawn,
Leading him to die at the edge of the dawn.
As all the women he got and pampered have left,
Making his life go so worse.
He is now weak and heft,
Making him unable to stand on his legs.
Verily,he has no woman to call his wife,
And no child to guarantee the strength of his life.
Day and night, his shame grows rife,
Placing his throat gradually on the tip of a knife.
He lost his property through gumbling,
Leaving him nothing to make his life secured.
Not even a sleeping place as he's struggling,
In his own world pegged with riot,
He never hearkened to advice at his youthful days.
In order to accomplish a beautiful race.
So this is a summary of his wonderful fate,
The misery surrounding most people today.
Copyright © ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES | Year Posted 2022
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