RAINY DAY RAG

  RAINY DAY RAG   These discarded faded rags Reminiscence of past struggles And pains that once drowned me In an ocean of nothingness   The renewed ugly condition Brings back bitter tang of air That once boomed in my throat And choked my frail lungs   On a rainy day, abandoned tattered clothes Are worn by those who discarded them   Look down O! Child of calamity An echo from within, rocks me softly With a little touch of amusement As I wear the rags to clean the filth   Bitter leaf soup turns ironically sweet The bee offers honey and a sting Excessive secreted bile beats the heart faster Good can come out of a bad situation   On a rainy day, abandoned tattered clothes Are worn by those who discarded them