(I found this poem that I wrote in my first year of high school, it brings back memories so
thought I'd post it)
He wears what was once a fine suit. Brown, travel-worn trousers, a white, broken-buttoned
shirt, and leather shoes that look as though a hundred chalky footed mice have scrabbled
over the toes.
He walks in shadows, glaring through red rimmed eyes at the colourful swarm of shoppers.
Their eyes slide over him, uninterested and uncaring;
He has no true friends only a black dog that follows behind him wherever he goes.
He walks with his head down, ignoring everything but the sound of his own scuffed shoes
on the pavement. Memories hang heavy around his shoulders. His moods are violent. Soft,
silent depression breaks into hysterical yelling for no real reason; he grabs at his grey
threaded hair.
The shoppers walk on, pretending he is not there
But Grief walks -
In a once fine suit, through shadow, head down, grief walks.
ON 27 Dec 1995 I met with an accident,
For which my parents were full of sorrow.
Which no one could lend or borrow:
But everyone was amazed and grief stricken
Shocked and were badly shaken,
On the same day I had a great brain operation!
For the same reason everyone was in a great tension!
Then I started recovering slowly
And everyone's face started glowing.
So we should believe and be greatly thankful
to my life's saviour,
And to those who helped us by their
kind and helpful labour.
So luck is very unpredictable,
Depend on the 'Saviour' who is highly reliable.
Believe 'Him' by whose grace works
Miracles in the universe
From the functioning of an infinitesimal insect
To the ginormous world
Sorrow, grief, misery, agony are all types of pain!
By which out of these you never have any gain!
But only pain and pain!
Which creates a lot of grief and tension.
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