Loss & Gain
Most of my life, it could be defined,
Not in physical but in wider sense than wide,
Now you see it, now you don't.
I kind of remained blind.
An awful handicap,
I could not possibly hide.
That made me rely on others for a guide.
Standing at the edge of a street,
As I contemplated, not knowing what stood in front,
Or which direction I should head.
Hoping it all, I would get none of it wrong.
Whilst my handicap kept me in the dark,
I got to be frank.
This much I knew: that
I did not know
How many were eager to help,
And How many declined
And walked away,
Leaving me behind.
And amidst those who offered,
I did not have a clue,
Who was a good Samaritan,
And who had a cruel heart,
With intent my person to hurt.
One day as feared, I was led to urban wasteland.
And received a bump on the head.
Was it a metal or hard rock,
I could not tell, my neck that broke.
that, I lost the ability to walk.
But nonetheless, the attack,
kicked in to shape and turn alive an organ
That was out of use and long gone.
A veil, a sort of thick pithy rind,
That had hitherto prevailed,
To keeping shrouded my mind,
Came off, and my inner sight,
For the first time was set alight.
Alas! I the old gullible,
Now began to see people
For what we really are -
Observe if you like, and at length scribble,
Words would be ineffable,
To describing us walking evils,
Our wickedness albeit at times for the naked eye invisible.
Copyright Haileselassie Girmay