The Carnival

Consistently, his neighborhood bothered him.

Screwing up the spring carnival,

Drama prevented his glory as criticism filed the city squares.

He grinned, then faced the ancestors; ”We will win.

Well, one day, maybe next carnival. Trust me,I commit.”

He seemed so sure.

An awkward promise resonates.

City is being dressed up for the carnival.

A day before the next carnival, he was carried to the cemetery.

Spontaneously, glory likelihood is nil.

From over the neighbors’ shoulders, he cries:

You fool, before you follow me, enjoy every lousy minute of life,

Paralyzed, unreachable pleas, he is gone.

He was the carnival.

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