Sitting all day by that Riverside,
Hoping my wishes turned to horses so I could ride,
Water running downstream leaving rocks,
Dipping my cold feet into my old socks,
Am trying to free my chains from their locks,
One of bystanders laughs at me as she chokes,
And jokes,
In jest-,
If you had feet you could’ve run away,
If you had wits you could’ve figured out your way,
If your hands weren’t locked you could’ve written a play,
You could’ve moulded a key from that clay,
By the bend,
And I laughed with him and shook my head,
I asked him to sit there in my own stead,
For it seemed as easy as he thought and said,
So he unlocked me and at my place he stayed,
That whole afternoon he begged for shade,
By 3 o’clock he was sinking in the sand,
His swollen feet in the running waters yearned for land,
The hands aching to bake something out of bare mud,
They couldn’t move in the locks-it was too bad,
By four he was on his fours,
Weakened from yelling with force,
The swampy bed swallowed his waist to toes,
And by night fall he was all gone,
Dead as he was born,
Nobody to unearth him,
He hoped it was all a dream,
But it was the realest dream he ever had,
And the best lesson he’s ever learnt,
(Do not take on someone for the hard situation they’re in,even if it seems too easy to get out of for you,
It might be a piece of cake to you but,a hell of experience for them.Never take anyones’ struggle for
waste of time or lack of alternative)
By Chiefde
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