Buttons Of The Soul

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He was hardworking, but he was charming;

He used his eyes to work, because he was an accountant;

Then one day he got ill, his eyes succumbed to Glaucoma;

His wife stuck by him, though she grew cold;

When days of self-pity came, he remained spirited;

Though he desired more, he grew contented with her;

He chained himself, with the thirst of understanding life;

He cooked when his wife was “late”, and hugged her the following day;

One day there was a party, and friends and relatives were coming;

He stood at the door, and he gave each a warm handshake;

Only one insisted for a hug, and she said he was a good man.

Then he removed his glasses, and stared as if he had eyes;

His wife was serving the guests, so all he said was thank you;

All he was thinking was the hug, he has not felt so alive for eight years.

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About Kabue Charles

I am an instigator of artistic, intelligent and mind boggling softwares. I love C#, envy C++, and one day I might try CUDA. I prefer solving complex and mission impossible problems in a new or old but innovative way. Am intrigued by machine learning challenges, security critical challenges, and privacy challenges like a real serverless peer-to-peer communication. I am usually literally stressed when a day goes by without learning or doing something new. I avoid repetition whenever possible. Away from computers, I enjoy capturing moments of life and nature with 1080 (…and above) pixel pictures and videos. I like details, accuracy, idealistic but realistic personalities. I love futurist’s but I hate fantasy. A decent, moderate and gentle character is my favorite. I avoid shame like a plague, confront my fears with facts, and I am very constant with opinions and beliefs. I love suits (…but don’t wear them), arsenal football club (…I only know the manager), and I have no favorite food. Reading and writing poems helps me retain my sobriety. I consider myself funny, privileged, a renaissance man and sometimes shy. I believe in things unseen and incomprehensible.

Posted on July 7, 2017, in poem, Story and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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