I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.
John Paul was a poor Peasant farmer whose land was barren and dry
His wife and two children were on the brink of starvation, nights upon nights they would cry
John Paul tried all that he could to sustain his family because they meant more than life to him
But things were not looking up at all, his sun was cloudy and the future seemed dim
He had a scrawny cow and two under fed goats
His house was barely standing firm upon those four termite infested post
John Paul drank a cup of porridge and went into town to find work
But he met upon a rush of people talking, shouting and crying, he feared the worst
News broke out that the Pope had succumbed to his illness and passed away
The peasant was sad because he was a religious man, so he stopped to pray
But during his prayer, a worker for the pope noticed something rather peculiar
The peasant had a striking resemblance to the Pope, he could easily passed for his doppelganger
The worker whispered something in the peasants ear and whisked him away
The peasant was surprised that he was soon in the house of the Pope, magnificent in every way
A man walked up to him and stared him straight in the face
And said, "Today we have been blessed with God's grace."
The Pope had passed, but not truly confirmed to the masses
But now they had a duplicate who would make his legacy go on, fooling even the brightest of classes
The peasant accepted the role of the new Pope and presented him self to the people has being fit and strong
Even though in his heart he knew it was truly wrong
But what an opportunity it was, his family would have nothing in want
All he had to do was take the vow of silence, and his poverty days would have gone
The people rejoiced as their Pope would be with them in God's presence.
The peasant was good, his natural spirituality was indeed a heavenly essence.
Life is filled with tales and twist
You will never see the true picture of what you can become until you clear the mist
When you have reached the pinnacle of life, the only ways left to go is across or down
So up is the only direction left for you to go when they beat you to the ground
Hold firm, keep going at it
Perseverance will make you break cycle of hardship
A man without a vision or dream is a man without life
Grasp your goals firmly, hold on and prepare to be humiliated, congratulated, prepare to fight.
© 2017 Clive Williams
Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on October 17, 2017:
Very cool story thank you.