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Face forlorn,
Furrowed brows,
Hunched shoulders,
His lips could not even imitate a smile.
Under that tree
In a heap,
Briefcase by his side,
Necktie dancing in the wind,
There sat a beaten man.
I never really knew him that well,
All we ever said to each other was hi,
Yet it saddened me to see him there,
Hands up in desperation,
Arms openly embracing defeat.
Wearing a resigned look,
He kept looking up into the clear blue skies,
Waiting,
As if for a sign of some sort,
It was evident,
He had given up.
He never struck me as one
Inclined to giving up,
Yet there he sat,
Under a tree with the birds,
Waiting,
As though heaven owed him a favour.
so sad... wat inspired this?
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ReplyDeleteZedi, i have been pursuing an idea for a while now. i got into contact with someone who's brains i could pick on the very subject matter and he's proved elusive for over a month since i got in touch with him. unintentional on his part, very busy fellow. when i finally got tired of chasing him, i sat down one morning and decided not to pursue him anymore. by mid-afternoon that very day, the piece above came to me. i was the fellow sitting under the tree with the birds. So in the spirit of not waiting or expecting favours from heaven, i'm bak on ma grind. dis time arnd, i've modified my tactics a bit..lol...
ReplyDeleteRough tactics or ... anyway beautiful piece man.
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