Clear Words: Haiku

The samurai used his katana to mine.
The blade blunted fine.
What a foolish way to earn a dime.

The samurai was drinking sake.
His sorrows did not go away.
Were mixed with poison that way.

The samurai lived in a doubt.
Was doubting others all way.
A doubtful approach, we say.

The samurai loved other people.
Yet only the ones who loved him.
Much easier to give in response.

The samurai shared the good.
Was giving his share of junk.
A worthy endeavor, indeed.

The samurai drowned in suffering.
Desired to make others better.
Did not make a better himself.

The samurai was very gifted.
His soul was never uplifted.
By ego, his path was soon shifted.

The samurai strove for the good.
With a sword, he cut down evil ones.
Thus quickly became one of them.

The samurai cherished a dream.
Unfeasible and pure it was.
Didn't come true in the mud of petty affairs.

The samurai was sitting in sorrow.
Thinking about his life.
Life was passing him by.