No load, no burden on his back…

by : Bacardi Gold
17/feb/2021

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he smiled at me

opened his palm

walked a few steps towards me



uttered a mouthful of words

as i handed out a twenty peso bill

under his nails the dirt were talking



a blazing smile burst in flames

leaving a sketch of a satisfied being

priceless exhibit of a smile born of a painting



he walked away as his back giggled

with joy in the distance i could tell

his happiness was worth its weight in gold



no load, no burden on his back

just a happy face no room for sadness

like clouds his spirit was lifted



a fool loved by everybody in town

happy go lucky as he is

could i be like him



he’s everybody’s colleague

running errands like a servant

could i be like him



not a single day he wore a frown

not minding how he’ll begin his daily moments

not minding how he’ll end the day’s activities



i could not be him

he could not be me

each has his own destiny…

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Clock…

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hanging on the wall, noting some leaves of mark
with eyes invisible, staring glances unblock
fixing a stare, making some honey whispers
hissing earnest talk, time is on your fingers

spinning 'round in circles, running 'round the moon
in numbered silent moment, memories shift too soon
retreating a minute's fate, releasing a destiny
dreaming a future's goal, isn't a chance for eternity

grind some grains while they're on your hands
the clock is ticking, the late hour reprimands
the seconds will be late, to catch up the luck
seize the moment, the truth is on the clock... 

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