Perspectives

Saturday, 19th JUNE, 2010

It was before I met them, when I used to cry to a song,
I thought there was only one man for me,
I was naive, for after the voyage, I found out I’d been wrong.
Along the Cairo road I met a man, elegant, dashing, and handsome,
His name was Mr. M and he was good to me,
He gave me water to quench my thirst;
That’s when my journey began!

Some metres after, I met another man,
His name was Mr. E, and Lord this man I couldn’t understand,
He was too cunning, elusive, and secretive,
There was something he was doing, something he didn’t want me to know.
I thought he looked familiar, when his judging eyes almost broke my spirit,
Another person would have given up, let him go on his own
But out of neighbourly respect and culture, we continued walking together.

A distance later, I got confused for I met yet another man,
This one was uncaring, brutal, and disrespectful
They called him Mr. W and he had a permanent scowl on his face,
Despite that I feared him, and was appalled by him, I was still hopeful,
So I asked him for directions... he said he knew my destination
Yet he broke my legs, tore off my clothes, he got my food
And then he pushed me off the road!

It took me a number of shops to finally find my path again,
And when I was close to my destination, I met the fourth and perhaps final man,
He was older, reserved, and repentant
He called himself Mr. 3; I should have met him sooner
Because no man has ever spoken so well than he,
He washed my swollen feet, warmed my cold body,
Then he brought me a plate to quieten my rumbling stomach,
My journey was complete!

However, when I reached home, something kept tugging at my sleeve
So I walked outside, kicked some stones, and gazed at the stars,
That’s when the pieces to the puzzle fell into place
I figured it all out, it was clear,
The four men I’d met during my journey are but one man.

(My Intellect is Loud And Noisy-MILAN)
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2 thoughts on “Perspectives

  1. I gave my friend D.G this poem and asked him what he thought, he told me he’d think about it then get back to me. So the next time I met him I asked him if he’d then tell me his view on it. He said and I quote “the only way to get clarity from a MONK is to look backwards upside down”. No truer words have ever been spoken.

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