Bedeviled as belled cats to suffer toils,
Credits and costs on the cuff. You and I,
Born fettered to Man's original coils—
Withered and waned whilst our love turned awry.
Outmatched, yet we won laudable titles—
To sustain the loft we grasped the nettle,
Our pride pierced to the quick of our vitals:
Chagrined with debts penniless to settle.
Frantic to resolve lest we turn the tide,
Else castaways marooned on the Altar
Of Mammon. In the abyss fell our pride—
Bankrupting dreams, oh reckless defaulter!
Numb and insensitive—to hell we fall:
Love manqué or redux on Wailing Wall?
A lovely display of fine poetic skills. Surely, the wizardry of an ingenious wordsmith is quite conspicuous. A great work of art. Thanks for sharing, David.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poets are the chroniclers of the day, who strive to speak the unvitiated truth that mankind may accede to be perfected in the universal font of pure truth. Blessings to you.