I have begun,
advent into journey
now my life’s tourney,
a game, why blame
people and friends
rascals, fiends
the journey began
precisely at home,
took time off and read tomes, then took to writing
up and down
in my little shanty town
and, as rains kept on pouring I took to life
in its whirlpool of suffering
amidst all the rife.
All the broken bones I saw
while some laughed ha-ha. This is poetry, that is prose, I
exclaimed, under, my little little
nose.
