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The Wizard of Loss

I am the wizard of loss; I have lost it all I suppose 
First I lost my job, upon disagreeing with my boss
Then lost all my cash in the bar, drinking every last cent
I lost my apartment when I couldn’t pay the rent

Homeless and broke, I called my girl on the phone
Before I could talk, someone snatched, it was gone
I walked through the rain all the way to her place
Just to find her in bed with a man who had a chiseled face

There was no use to deny it was over, had lost her too
I spent the night shivering, inside a smelly public loo
I went to see my parents hoping they would take me in
When mother saw me, she asked where for three years I had been

That while I was gone my father fell ill and died
There were medical bills to pay, thus my inheritance had dried
She said loving me was difficult, and she had really tried
But I was a bad seed, so she slammed the door on me as she cried.

I could stand to lose anything, but not my mom and dad
I dint know what to do, I thought I would go mad
I went to see my best friend hoping for a crying shoulder
When he saw me he exclaimed, men you’ve grown older

We remembered the old days, when we were young and carefree
But before I could finish my tea, he told me to leave and let him be
I tried to remind him a friend in need is a friend indeed
He said he could not help, for he now had a family to feed

I had lost my best friend, could hardly believe my hard luck
I wanted to get lost at sea, and be swallowed by a large shark
But even before that could happen, I had more things yet to lose
I was arrested for snatching a purse, and drinking too much booze

I found myself behind bars having lost my freedom
I thought there was nothing left to lose, in this God-forsaken prison
Until I saw the food they served and quickly lost my appetite
Just shortly before I lost half my teeth, in my first prison fight

I lost my hearing too, from the loud whistles and bells
Then I lost my health, from the unhygienic prison cells
I had lost so much it seems, I dint care anymore
I was lost inside this misery, I wondered what life was for

I had lost my religion, so it didn’t matter if I prayed
One thing I wanted to lose, was my memory but it stayed
By the time i was free, I had lost so much time
Lost my youth in prison, now an old man without a dime

Deep down I knew, I had lost the will to live
I was losing my mind, wished my days to be brief
Am about to lose my life, death is about to win
My grave will be lost, in the cemetery am put in

Copyright © Jack Nganga | Year Posted 2015

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