Troubled Short Life Poem by Felix Emeka George

A man sitting here, in a medical
Looking at all the patent's
Without much to wonder and know
They are here test of cancer

His eyes ruminating from one to another
All waiting for the physicians calls
Like him imagine the other thought
Of all life of begging and waiting.

As he think about those random memories of
That his life wheel, make him remembered,
When he was just a teen boy
As a poor as an orphan boy
From a distance and time
He trudge from day to day
And live in a wide life time
With no time he catch the a star
Great cherub take him a far
His day are above all in his time
There is no time all man and woman
Respect and sing his praises
He feel as whom I'm a king, most popular

Some many day, weeks to months and years
He have enjoyed life to loftiness
Of the times where he surrounded by men
He is prince all to late of his thirty years

One night a day became a cloudy
A day of increase the distance
He has went with his bow and arrow
Though he took care aim but
Against the wind blow, he was off his game,
Circled over head upon hill of his wealth
Plumb out to bring nothingness in and emptied of hands

He can't explain right now, even in writing
Just how bankruptcy rips his very being apart
Leaving him in empty dry and fragile tattered
And his life soul,
Without candle light to surprised his sight
As darkness made blankets and clouds
His stars on the sky. And now lonely
Like a diaries of empty page
All because life Frowned on him.

At this time he sitting in his home and own of despair
Looking through the window
Seeing all know to his praises and admirer
Here now no more a name
All the people now don't care
If he is wanting or waiting a way
As sun he is like going to the west end
He is scared of his own shadow
As he Watched the day flamed
Spectacularly not old face tant and drawn
In his loneliness greeted his die hour

If you see this man who is popular like money
You will agreed
That pain shooting through his spine
Softly he cry his body all night to sleep
Away from this life that not fair to him
Here being alone with one thought
Sometimes not the best place to be
These paths of his life he takes.

A day death comes knocking at this man's door
Because lioneliness is a slow killer
There's is silence in this man world
These wind, he can't stand the pain
This world of men
There none with whom an enduring friendship
Could evolve love always burns out
So deserted and desolated,
In a day but now he's dead
As we cry, wept like a baby
The eulogies in a minutes swelled
Many wants to appreciate. ooooh.