He sat, distraught, upon the broken bench,
A dark cloud, fast approaching from the east,
Behind his back a wreck dispensed its stench,
While at his feet lie shattered dreams, deceased.
But yesterday, he saw a fresh new dawn,
Yet flames of cruel misfortune intervened
To leave today and future naked, shorn,
A mass of diverse human lives demeaned.
Alas! Within the quagmire of distress,
Compassion sounds the clarion call of hope,
Largesse, response of human kindliness,
Providing all necessities to cope.
Out of the ashes of despairing pain,
Phoenix of Will to Live will rise again!
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When past demeanours rear their sleepy heads,
Occasioning embarrassment’s advent,
Spectres of doom, that ev’ry mortal dreads,
Insidiously themselves to us present;
No matter escapades to be unknown
Save to oneself and others now long gone,
Yet, ego deems that they are cast in stone
Awaiting resolution at some dawn;
Humility unlocks the door to life,
Presenting open hearts to ventilate,
Thus obviating lingering inner strife,
To leave us in a prior halcyon state;
Though penalty for long by guilt be sought,
Forgiven sins by God are soon forgot!
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