When She's both Found and Lost!
She was all you dreamed about, night and day
Her sight, perfume, figure, voice set you on fire
You made out verses, melodies and odes to her
You lived for it, inched to it, plotted the affair
Then on one knee over the silhouette of the setting sun
You popped the question. She said, YES!
Your heart started racing.
You knew you wanted to travel the world
How was that to be, your nation and passport is pariah
Every border control officer gasps on your colours
You bear the drug, oil money or fraud email stain
Then you made citizenship, green card, the rights to a new nation
You started traveling, East, Middle-East and Far-East
America, Midwest, South, West Coast and Canada
Then Africa, West, East, Central, North and South you went
You did not miss Australia or the North Pole.
You’ve been to more countries than you can count.
You could not read, learning was not for your ilk
Your community had no doctors, lawyers or accountants
So you hunkered down, and buried sweat and tears
Fate smiled your cabinet now overflows with learning laurels
Your principles drive populist idiosyncrasies
You challenge the luminaries, your hypothesis rev debates
You woke with a second-guess and question for yourself
Your theories seem like old truths in new garments
Wondering how these ideas could have made it this far.
How long before someone challenges your best theory
You were the star employee, the Golden Fleece maker
You built bridges and your natural networking charm flourished
Beyond limits, borderless, idea after idea, deal after deal
You hit every target and aced every company award
Year on year, you made sure your company broke the record
You are known on the stock exchange, by Forbes and on Wall Street
It was like a dream, who could have believed you are the whizz kid?
Quite a ride, then you stop to think …
You made a million dollars
And bought your house on the hill
That one with the picket fence and a long drive home
Lawns sleeker than golf courses nestling natural lakes
True steading where game range free by the Laguna
Everyone you know, thinks you are the king of the hill.
You probably are, the nagging question
You lived well, long and celebrated
Your friends, family and associates bear no obvious ill feelings
It was always your way or the highway since you are the patriarch
You came, you saw, you conquered with panache
Now the whirlwind is gone, the dust settled, no one remembers
The buildings you built, those you won, the estates you raised,
The presidents and power brokers you courted, the fiery appeal
Now wane in shadows of your mistakes, not what you wanted
But you lie icy cold, clawed down by the grim reaper
Everyone exclaims. Now What!?