I began my humble journey
At the peak of a mighty slope
Dropped by a humble poet
Making his long walk home
As I started my wis'ning voyage
I spied the miserly rich man
Counting his weekly excess
Money, gold, silver, land
His heart, consumed with greed for his gains
Was too focused on his returns
To care for a common penny
So on I went, for a home, my heart, it yearned.
As I passed through the place
Where daily, business was done
Buildings, structures that scraped the sky
Blocked the sun, where once it shone.
My passage continued through the city
To the crowded shopkeepers' stores
A wonderful place of smells and sights
Cooked goose, cattle, and boars!
But the keepers' minds were distracted
With the day's stresses and concerns
To notice what was around them
So on I went, for a home, my heart, it yearned.
Then I came to the ghetto,
That horrible, wretched place
With hovels and shanties and shacks
Loan sharks and gangsters and snakes
The people there were fearful
Of what, I could not tell
For it was more than thugs
It was their hate; love was encased in shells
Then something that I saw made me stop,
A family of five, happy and alive
Their love for another was stronger than fear
So on I went, toward home, I would strive
Until I was taken by the lowly thief
Looking to pay for his next meal
He dropped me when he was arrested
For as you know, thieves, they steal.
I stopped at the bottom of the slope
Where hill turned into rolling plains
I thought there I would rust forever.
Until I saw the humble poet, flesh & veins.
He picked me up and told me of his day
And how he had followed me, a mere penny
For I was important to him, special.
He put me in his pocket, with my family to join!
So there I stayed, returning home,
Recounting my tale to the rest.
How he had found me when all hope had been lost
And my excitement for new journeys, and what would come next.
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 2:02 AM UTC
I began my humble journey
At the peak of a mighty slope
Dropped by a humble poet
Making his long walk home
As I started my wis'ning voyage
I spied the miserly rich man
Counting his weekly excess
Money, gold, silver, land
His heart, consumed with greed for his gains
Was too focused on his returns
To care for a common penny
So on I went, for a home, my heart, it yearned.
As I passed through the place
Where daily, business was done
Buildings, structures that scraped the sky
Blocked the sun, where once it shone.
My passage continued through the city
To the crowded shopkeepers' stores
A wonderful place of smells and sights
Cooked goose, cattle, and boars!
But the keepers' minds were distracted
With the day's stresses and concerns
To notice what was around them
So on I went, for a home, my heart, it yearned.
Then I came to the ghetto,
That horrible, wretched place
With hovels and shanties and shacks
Loan sharks and gangsters and snakes
The people there were fearful
Of what, I could not tell
For it was more than thugs
It was their hate; love was encased in shells
Then something that I saw made me stop,
A family of five, happy and alive
Their love for another was stronger than fear
So on I went, toward home, I would strive
Until I was taken by the lowly thief
Looking to pay for his next meal
He dropped me when he was arrested
For as you know, thieves, they steal.
I stopped at the bottom of the slope
Where hill turned into rolling plains
I thought there I would rust forever.
Until I saw the humble poet, flesh & veins.
He picked me up and told me of his day
And how he had followed me, a mere penny
For I was important to him, special.
He put me in his pocket, with my family to join!
So there I stayed, returning home,
Recounting my tale to the rest.
How he had found me when all hope had been lost
And my excitement for new journeys, and what would come next.