A PEDDLAR'S LAMENT
Hi! I feel guiltier than a stepmother if I had to write on only one of the two photos. But my busy schedule precludes me from writing for both (though I'd love to). So, as ever-a compromise. I have clubbed two photos into one poem. The photos are, however, beyond any words.
A PEDDLAR’S LAMENT
Look one last time:
this inferno will burn away too.
To be reborn.
To breed
more typecasts and mimes,
which as hideous mannequins bleed,
graying on; on
Life’s conveyor belts.
Look the infernal time,
I sold my soul that day.
In depraved abandon,
in carnal compulsion;
beguiling self with embellished slime.
The glass crackled in guffaw
when the soul flew away,
myself a curio-a prelude to decay.
I sold my soul.
It has wrested its price.
Robbed me of colors,
divested me of remorse.
It cost my voice,
It cost my feel and even my views.
So, when I got to where I was due,
knew I had peddled my lifetime too!
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