On chest

On chest dangled a golden locket

that I did pocket,

to not give offence

to debt burdened farmhand,

and jumped the high fence

dividing us to land

on muddy soil, slime made coil,

soil soiled leg and garment;

a fish and he both on boil,

no escape or comfort I ferment

to hopeful eyes that beg

as deny money,

held fence to balance failing leg

giver of all my honey,

I hid family locket

as he hid tears,

red hollows in eye socket,

to comfort I was all ears,

no words came

but kids shrivelled, garbed dirty,

playing innocent game,

but I had own troubles since  thirty,

helpless witness to their grief,

for had once chased fame,

a deluded spell not brief,

ending defeated and tame,

I dependent on my family,

and his family dependent on him,

what use to him world’s homily,

yet who am I to talk that lives on a whim,

darkness as setting sun vanished,

but frolicking kids our distress banished.