Discontent: Endless Marathon

His eyes full of uncertainty,

A window to his misery.

His palms are begging for a chance,

To dwell in a life of brilliance.

 

His body, flimsy, feeble, frail,

Proper treatment he can’t avail.

And here I am healthy and clean,

Discontentment is where I’d lean.

 

“Jealousy’s the green-eyed monster,”

Echoed to me by my mother.

“Be satisfied with what you have,

Mind the people who gives you love.”

 

But I for one became so deaf,

Entered the right and left the left.

I never had satisfaction,

Entered an endless marathon.

 

But then one night my mother said,

As she’s sick, lying on her bed,

She whispered her most final words,

“Choose the right path in life’s crossroads.”

 

T’was her end, but my beginning,

Life fell apart, my whole being.

I had everything but now none.

A blink of an eye and it’s gone.

 

In life she was our provider,

Without her there was no fighter.

He looked with eyes of disregard,

And left us with no one to guard.

 

I had the life he had wanted,

A life I’d taken for granted.

I looked at him and felt ashamed,

Now my life will not be the same.

 

When given a penny, he smiled,

And finally, I realized,

That I should be very grateful,

And cherish life like a treasure.

Author's Note

One of the poems I made for my Journalism class. Hope you like it! :D