Staring at the majestically sinewy track,
A restive follower dropped his empty sack.
Glancing at the uncommonly wide-eyed crack,
Commoners dropped him nothing to stack.
The world is semi-permeable to the questioning gaze,
Asking some to beg more and seldom laze,
Answers to life are gravely set ablaze,
As buildings of doubt are set to raze.
He showed no grace with a grieving heart,
Relaxing his muscles to do his part,
His life starts with an open heart,
To the foibles of the world in a heavy cart.
The ashes with the winds are blowing,
Of all things dead and thoughts glowing,
Charred to the depths of the soul flowing,
The ashes are set in a handsome bowing.
The eyes of the passers ineffectively looked,
Going about their chores blindly hooked.
There isn’t the usual irritant beseechingly booked,
Inflicting his squint on their plans cooked.