Blessed And Yet Cursed! (Heads Or Tails) Poem by Kayanja Ronald Edwin

Blessed And Yet Cursed! (Heads Or Tails)



An elderly man with a medium height
Wearing a short stubble with a little grey
Rubbing it every minute or two
A clear sign of deep thought
A classic conduct of the old
Listening carefully to a young soul
Shuttering glasses as he speaks
Pieces flying in the air
Bleeding hearts and skin
A weary face for a weeping spirit
Deep in anguish for the plunge in moral
In this era of the smart and young
Blind to their mistakes and hate correction
Leaving him in worry, what future there was?

He stood arms crossed
Just a few feet from where I was
Facing the highway to see the passing cars
Clearly unhappy about what he was hearing
Like it was a mundane tale of the wolf of the Wall Street
A lone nobody playing his way up onto the boards
In tune with the wheel of luck
That every step is a fairy cloud
Raising him closer to the stars
Which regrettably he doesn't touch
But falls so deep that he hurts
Breaking every bone in him
And lo, he lives
Leaving him in wonder, what was fortune?

He looked straight into my eyes
With a piercing gaze so deep
Like he was watching a motion picture
A classic act by Alfred Allen
In the Ghost city of 1923
Aghast by the amorphous creature
Breathing fire and smoke
And yet spitting blood as it spoke
The deadly phobias of his past
All wrapping in close around him
Realizing so little he had accomplished
Cause he was a one winged bird
Unable to fly to the stars
Leaving him in regret, what was life?

A few grey hair to show
For all the years lived
Cast into the shadows of the alleys
Waiting on the hands of the kind
To stretch out to where you lay
To remind you of what light felt like
Just before you fade away into oblivion
As you're slowly devoured by your decisions
The unwise prejudice by all
To brand lousy on your face
Cause of some wrong steps
Many or few, it doesn't matter
Ignoring the play of heads and tails
With the forever changing events of future

Blessed and yet cursed!
To live long and yet poor
Wise and yet weak

Blessed and yet cursed!
To be young and yet so foolish
Rich and still so foolish

Blessed and yet cursed!

Blessed And Yet Cursed! (Heads Or Tails)
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: blessing,life,luck,pain,regret,sad,sadness
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