I saw him last drinking native wine
In a wooden cart he called his home
A far cry from a lovely house he called his own
Ahh, life had brought his misery
Eyes for him were one's of envy
His family adored him immensely
But now all is gone, his family, his friends
No one wanted to be in his company
In pain, his drinking came to an end
I stood there, by that lonely road again
Hoping to see him to ease his pain
Weeping in silence...i know he died in vain
This is certainly a sad tale, that you have told so well; unfortunately it is one that happens so often. Irene
Meggie, its a very sad tale, really. Its so sad that one dies alone, (am i taking these lines too literal?) But now all is gone, his family, his friends No one wanted to be in his company In pain, his drinking came to an end Your poem touches the heart of the reader. More power Meggie!
a very sad tale indeed... we cannot take anything for granted... when all is said and done, the love of family and friends is all that matters....
A sad tale indeed. This line, I stood there, by that lonely road again stands out and lingers in my mind. Loneliness pervades the whole scene and story.
There, but for the grace of God, go I. Thank you fot a lovely hartfelt poem. 10
wow. Thanks for the heads-up on this poem. This is a great work. It is such a touching and deeply moving work. Wonderful. Simply wonderful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very touching poem. Life is often like this. Every man has a destiny that is either invited by him or by some unseen course of events. While living in richness man forgets about the other side of life. And when we see such an enviable man in so poor conditions, we will certainly shed tears in reflection of the tides of life. Our heart cannot become a stone. And the tale continues in a universal manner. Let us pray that no man meets such a stage in life. This is all we can do.