Thursday, December 17, 2009

Fate Or Choice?

I could not believe my eyes
The last time I saw him
My best childhood buddy
Hair hyper-greyed
Head bowed eternally to the gravity of indignity
Shoulders sagging to the tunes of depravity
Pot- bellied by the cruelty of his blight
A beautiful life wasted by the misery of his plight
A precious soul arrested by the animosity of his circumstance.
When and where was the wrong instance?

In this season of goodwill, please remember those less fortunate than yourself.


sunnyside said...

That was really lovely. .

Nana Yaw Asiedu said...

hmmm, it could be just a wrong choice, a syringe, some snuff, a woman (or a man, lol), a job, whatever. such is life, huh?

Abena Serwaa said...

Wow, powerful flow of words..great piece...

Myne Whitman said...

Nice poem, I like the rhyme in the last few lines. So what was his answer? fate or choice? Is there anything like the former anyway?

posekyere said...

Thank you, ever-sweet sunnyside!

posekyere said...

Yes, NY.
Somewhere there was a wrong choice, a very wrong choice.
But I was not emotionally prepared for a loaded foray into the history of his anguish, so I let it pass.
Such is life indeed.

posekyere said...

Thanks Nanahemaa.
You are as ever irresistibly warm- at least in words and looks!

posekyere said...

Yes MW.
I wish I could say that I am any wiser in searching for the reasons for the state of my former buddy.
Fate is what happens when a wrong choice leads to a miry wasteland. No?