200 Years Ago

  23:23 hours, I pass this young man, In a dimly-lit street on my way home, Selling sugarcane, trying to earn, Wheelbarrow half-empty, should go home.   I move on, my head in another world, Unlived dreams haunting, broken promises, Mama says, start a family before you bald, Empty bed awaits, Valentines spent nothing on … Continue reading 200 Years Ago