Misfortune

By Jerome Cenina
Poetry

He rose with slough of despond.
His first woman slept in, gave in
into the reign of his innocence.

The soldier he knew for the first time
lost his home’s address
upheld another woman
and watched another child fall
asleep in cradle.

He starved in hunger
crossed the street for garbage foods
witnessed engines making the empty street lighted
and his soul was tintless.

One day, a sack was found
in the city raceway.
Full of dirt, there
the horrible man in the street
the beggar they deemed lifeless
has the face with the fullness of hope
that he might have one family
that one day there will be tears
on his box
with roses and candles
above his grave
before he totally waves goodbye
to the life he enjoyed but considered as misfortune.

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