Lonely call…

He was twenty-three years of age
Not lucky to be among the computer age
He believed it was time to be a man
His mother said “no” with a strong adage
The father did nothing but warn



In sudden anger he would flare
Soon, his face became so rare
Man and woman couldn’t take it any longer
So they disowned him in tears
Since he said he wasn’t growing any younger

He approached his love Tina
She: dark, hairy, slim or even thinner
They begun spinning the web of love
Stronger it grew and even thicker
Till love got so high above

She had a boy for him
On hearing, his face was full of beams
They went on to have their wedding
On their honeymoon, they sang hymns
Not knowing they were close to tears shedding

He never knew the marriage bids
Misunderstanding germinated like weeds
They took their words with a pinch of salt
He closed down her fees and feeds
Finally, everything came to a halt!

She left after calling him wretched
He roamed the street dejected
He had a child but not a wife
With sorrow he had been injected
He had asked “could this be life?”

Taking to heavy drinking
Not an exception was smoking
He came home in the dead of the night
Never caring about his son’s living
The son now believed life wasn’t right

He lost his job
Behaving worst than a dog
Now he couldn’t go to his family
His grave was been dug
Life had stung him with infirmity

Then with such heavy breath,
He began seeking death
Never seen one so brave
To bring the waters above the neck
Emotion was so watery as he kissed the watery grave