Only Time Would Tell

When the day ends and the night begins.
The aggravating hassles are reduced to mere mumbles.
A moment to think.
A moment to reminisce.

Yet another fulfilling day or not?
The zeal to forge ahead fades
Like the smoke from a chimney.
But his inner voice keeps echoing
Ha Kuna Ma tata

Wearily, yet steadily, he paves the path.
Documents to sign, a flight to catch.
With each culmination, he wonders when?
When freedom?
When peace?
When mitigation?

Many make it on their first trial and others? Not so much.
He wonders where he falls
Would he continue this way
Or there is indeed light at the end of the tunnel.
Only time would tell.

Hello lovely people of the bcpoet community. This poetry was inspired by a random man I saw in the evening. He sat on a chair, lost in thoughts. One could easily tell that he had just gotten back from work from the way he dressed and the briefcase he carried. His dusty shoes and loose tie were proof that he had walked for a bit.

Being a person who can read another person's countenance, I summarised that he had a lot on his mind. A regular working class middle aged man who was probably wondering when his life would get better. When would he live the life he had always dreamed of.

What did you think of the poem? Does the poem demonstrate the man described? I'd love to hear your views on it😊. Thank you for your time.

With love, wongi ✨

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