Life Is Good Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Life is good

More brown than black
He is Ethiopian
A friend.

Most hair lost
Has a shiny past; now
Walks with keys hung
From his sides
A store keeper in university
No more in Italian embassy.

“Life is good, ” he says.
He has changed.
Dreams are dead
Reality lives.

He has a small house
Two sons in the class
A job with insurance:

“Life is good, ” he says:
“What more do I want? ”

No more in Ethiopia
He is in Canada.