Who Cares...
(or Story of a Merchant)
I am a Merchant
Who knows, who cares
I sit by my corner
Selling my wares
I glance all around me
Hoping for a buy
I stand in the corner
As they all pass me by
Day and night, in my corner
Hoping against hope
That someone from the people
Would buy from my shop
In winter, I freeze
In summer I burn
I shiver and sneeze
Still, my heart continues to yearn
For a customer to buy
A student to learn
About my wares
Which I have discerned
My arms, they are aching
From waving my stuff
I've traveled my places
But all of my efforts seem not enough
Driven from my corner
By newbies galore
The vets are no better
I've been struck by them before
They either ignore me
Or charge me with crimes
That I stole their goods
But I never did nor ever would
I was pushed and beaten
By swords and Knives
More than once I've been threaten
They'll end my life
I stood it all
I care for my goods
Whilst I was tortured
I never understood
I only want them
To appreciate my wares
To give life to my hardship
I went through for them
I lie on the pavement
My hand starts to bleed
To my torment,
No one heeds
"No one buys my wares"
I think as I wrap
"No one knows or cares"
My hand which yields red sap
The newbies, who had taken my place
Have set up a stall
Their stuff selling at furious pace
The masses they've enthralled
The vets laugh at my misfortune
Others bow their heads
In shame or dishonor?
In things left unsaid
I cringed in horror
Too weak and in pain
As I sat in the dark corner
And it begins to rain
The worthless merchant has decided
I thought, No, it's not fine
I struggled in my corner
And looked one last time
A return ticket to Payon
A sohee doll I made myself
A statue of a rearing stallion
The books upon my shelf
A jewel of Angels' tears
A crumb of stellar dust
A lot of other objects
That I hold dear in my heart
I sat tired and broken
I set them on my selling cloth
My hands! My heart began to bled
As I tended each item tenderly
I am a Merchant
Selling my wares
No one knows
No one cares
In the following mornings
No one noticed
That the merchant
Wasn't there
But as he told you,
No one knew
Or cared
Kali ran the up the streets
But stopped at something odd
A cloth with some objects
Was laid like a shop
The knight ran to it
And cuddled the sohee doll
At the sight, some people took notice
Wondered why Merchie wasn't there
"I'd like to buy this Sohee."
Said the Knight with glee
But no answer did she hear
Except regretful silence in the air
T.T