The Wings of Icarus

I was a young lad, living the hand to mouth life.

I used to set out at dawn to sell a metal spoon, fork or knife.

With a timid face I would sit by a thronging street,

And peer with hopeful eyes, past the scurrying feet.

A few good souls would take mercy on me,

And buy a little teaspoon to stir their tea.

Others would simply mock at me,

But I would always look down,

My hands on my knee,

It was a difficult life but it passed,

For only a decade and half did it last.

Now it is very different,

I am a very successful silverware merchant.

I am a micro cosmos of a clergyman.

My mere shadow bows the heads of very man and woman.

I am as rich as rich can be.

My cars line up as far as you can possibly see.

The towers and turrets of my house touch the seventh heaven.

My name is known across the oceans seven.

My restroom is twice as anyone’s entire land property.

In cups of gold I drink my tea.

It was a blissful life until one day.

I was walking home, strutting as if I owned the highway.

Suddenly, a boy came staggering towards me.

He was clad in clothes too big for him and his pants were torn at the knee.

His nose touched my fingertips,

He had matted hair, bags under his eyes and white, dry lips.

He clearly had an aura of hunger about himself,

But never did it cross my mind to give him help.

Instead I gave him a mighty push,

And the poor fellow fell into a thorny bush.

He got up and tugged my sleeve,

And beseeched for some food that I could leave.

I told him to go away, or else I shall throw him off the shore.

Fear filled his heart and he ran away,

Vowing to never come my way.



That night God took away all my joys.

I got into a scandal, a trap by my foes.

I lost my money, I lost my house,

No one helped me, neither my friends, nor my spouse.

I am a homeless cutlery vendor now, vulnerable and in need of help,

Just like how I was fifteen years ago, cause history repeated itself.

My head was in the skies, by a cloud,

I was headstrong in vain and proud.

Alas! If only my feet were firm on the ground,

Upon me, God would have never frowned.