THE MYSTERIOUS JOURNEY
My heart is touched by what man's life leads to.
I see him working with a mouth quite closed.
He rears a laugh on his lips, stirred by pence
that won't redeem him when his gloom gets near.

I look and think, then l feel hot tears drop,
and wet my cheeks for what poor man goes through.
He is attached to people and loves them;
they get the pulse that moves his loving core.

His train keeps rattling while his eyes are on
his peers that drop as leaves of autumn do.
He sees himself so lonely while his friends
have dropped to land so queer and disappeared.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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