The tired eyes

The tired eyes of a retired priest
The missing beats from a forgotten drum

The faded jeans in a widow's lap
Old carrots and frozen mangoes

Fallen angels in dark alleys
Mixed noises in a broken pipe

No choices when fate hits back
Abandoned harem in aluminum beds

Sunken lips in a broken glass
Fortunes tell when it's a wrap

Then you will know that life brings back
Forgotten jingles
That wake you up
To the tired eyes of a retired priest.

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Bujumbura, Burundi
30/09/19