While his heart aches
and his mind cannot fathom
how things have changed
since Eve and Adam,
he must, of hunger,
choose a trade
that gives him food
and a little shade.
As he paints,
he think of dawn,
when in a few hours
tomorrow’s born,
and then he'll have to look his best
and go out there and take the test
and find a job that gets him bread,
though tomorrow,
his heart is dead.
© 2013 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.
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Carpathia in deus
ΠοίησηCarpathia in deus is an ongoing compilation of poems that is evolving through its own course. The journey has been interesting so far. I don't know where it goes and it's fun to not know. I hope you enjoy reading it. - Marlon de Souza
