POOR

Today was no different,

his battered and rugged attire

still draped him.

His pale somber face preluded

the starving flesh of his body.

Today also he was obliged,

bound to heave clay bricks on his

frail and dangling clavicles.

Today also he built for others,

the walls of their mansions

while his dreams like everyday

etched into delirious fantasies.

Today also his belly ranted

and again today his hunger wailed.

Today also he plodded back from his work site,

sodden in sweat

and hoodwinked of his wages.

Today also he sung lullabies to the night,

escorted its black solitude and

then embarked onto his  fantasies.

But again today the vast sky canopied him.

Today also he stayed poor