The Path You Chose - Poem by Orlando Belo
I can remember even as a child
you looked at life as a curiosity.
Asking questions beyond your years,
you were a real ‘one-off’ oddity.
Even then, you had eccentric ways,
it was just the way you were.
You didn’t do it for the attention,
but you got it, and didn’t care.
Your weirdness didn’t bother me,
I accepted you as my friend.
Whenever you were bad-mouthed,
I defended you to the end.
I was also very proud of you
for your unpretentious way.
You were what I aspired to be,
each and every day.
You saw beyond what others saw,
the grim horrors of poverty.
You wanted to try and eradicate,
corruption, and dishonesty.
You became a rebel with a cause,
with extreme points of view.
Alas, diplomacy didn’t bring fast returns,
so violence became a part of you.
Your cause changed your character,
you didn’t care who lived or died.
I didn’t like what you had become,
so we parted and said goodbye.
The news media kept me up to date,
with your violent troubled mind.
Your cause was now to create anarchy,
anywhere and at any time.
Alcohol and drugs accompanied you,
on a different search for paradise.
Your uniqueness, and what you had become,
was now someone you despised.
I cannot help looking back with deep regret.
Perhaps if I hadn’t walked away,
you wouldn’t be lying here in the state you’re in,
with me talking of yesterday.
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