A pauper doesn't want a parachute

Who gives him a wake up call?
But he gets up before the Sunrise.
His kingdom is the roadside
That leads to a housing complex.
He has no worries of the rent, water bills and electricity.
Under the dim lamp post he reads his complicated palm.
And he found his wealth line already disappeared.
He too goes out with the birds for food.
And no regrets of yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Only he scares of the free breathing,
One day he has to give up forever
Whenever he meets his friend the grave-digger.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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