Choice of Destiny
I recently unpublished one of my short stories because I didn't like it. I have expressed the same concept in the form of a poem.
Gozabo Gonzales was a man
Who found life to be pretty bland
Coins and notes he had plenty
But life was still somber
And not at all trendy.
He prayed every night
So he might try
To guess what is right.
"Why so sad?" God asks
"I know not what tasks to grasp,
To bring in joy
What mode should I deploy?"
Love himself he does
Yet satisfaction he can't have
God suggests a new style
To help others without any guile.
"A dollar here
A bread or two
To feed the poor
Is a charming way to prove
That you are for all
You are of all
And a heart to share
To show you care."
So he did, Gonzales hit
The jackpot of happy
No longer did he feel crappy.
He showered good deeds
On those in need
And felt blessed
From tears to the crest.
© 2019 Tiyasha Maitra
