Man in the subway
do you have a purpose
is it to make music
or to make others sing
the song of the subway as
the trains screech by
ignores you completely
throwing money proportionally
into your jar based
on their income and
based on their morals.
In all, without morals, the concept of happiness would be indifference of stale misery. Spinning all in the concept of life in circle, for morals go in a straight line and never need to recount the same point of what you already know of happiness. For you have all the time in search for more.
is it sickening to your stomach?
is it sickening to someone else's stomach?
if no, then your answer should be
"why the hell not"
if yes, then your answer should be
"why the hell do you think I would"
Lying, cheating, thievery
Were his devils trident
Piercing through an Angel's wings
Leaving her spirit spent
"I know that she could not leave me"
Blinded by self content
Refused to see his hands in things
Never would he repent
Yet Angels heal and then see
Past pretty ornaments
To a future that would always sting
At the point of his trident
Now alone, trident and he
Without love heaven sent
Bemoaning how fate pulled the strings
Blinded by his own contempt
Why I walk the street in a cobbler’s shoe?
What’s new, you may ask, that we all do!
But nay, this one, I had to borrow from him
Still one furlong my shoes ran out of steam!
The cobbler was visibly aghast
Doubtful looks on me he cast
Then he said in a garbled groan
I sell shoes not give on loan!
I cursed myself and the shoes I wore
Brought months back from a big shoe store
Price was high for the branded trust
A mere few months and the pair went bust!
So here I’m at the cobbler’s door
Walk I must a furlong more
Begging for an old worn shoe
My humble feet with that can do!
The guy though felt ill at ease
Seeing the misery bowed to my wish
Brought out for me a dirt stained one
Going barefoot could not be fun!
I tell you friends a story that’s true
The cobbler loaned me a pair of shoe
I could only give him good wish
Before I hurried on my way to office!
If you ever beg love of her
This small story you must remember
She hasn’t a way but make you her own
Can either sale love or give it on loan!