Ode To Victor Hugo (74) 'the Miserable' the Kind Bishop Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

By Freeyad Ibrahim

He walked with his head bowed in thought
Leaning on his long stick
No earthly comforts he sought
Wrapping in a very warm quilted cloak
There was a stir whenever he went
He blessed and he was blessed
People greeted him,
as though they might greet the sunshine
Regardless what he has dressed
He visited the poor, when he had money
when he had none, he visited the rich
He wore his cassocks until they were threadbare
So, he went to the town in that padded cloak
which was rather uncomfortable in summer
His supper meal was frugal
too little dishes in number
Only the presence of a guest,
it would be lavish
Any curre was a pretext for a solid meal
all the same he dealt not a double deal
Otherwise, the meal consisted of
boiled vegetables and fried bread
His mind rather than his stomach he fed
After supper he withdrew to his own room
His writing to resume
No decorations no costly perfume
He was a man of letters
While reading, he would sink
into a profound reverie
Profound thinking was his only treasury
of his nightly occupied memory


Freyad Hugo
Author, Writer
Netherlands
Augustus,2022