Pain and Gain

Sat, 10/17/2015 - 15:54 -- Kingo

I am the wind that sings on Mount Everest's frosty nights

I am the joy of mama's dishes

The pain of that stings and bites

 

I am the tears on old men's jaw lines

dry and salty flowing till it sleeps on the laces of their war boots,

I am the veteren's son that was never born.

 

I am the song of a foreigner, 

I am a tune of ballads sang only by the sorrowful, 

A youthful soul dying in an old world.

 

I am a hymn of salt and sugar

I am the white beds of December

The black birds on Mount Everest's fountain.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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Kingo

"Pain and Gain" talks about who I am and what I have seen in this world and how it has affected me.

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