The patience and good temper of a waiter
The sorefoot of a dozing taxi driver
The constant sweating of boda boda cyclists
The persistance and shamelessnessof beggars
The authoritativeness and rudiness of husbands
I more the less cast subtle damnations on the man who made money.
Damn him who made it because it has clamped me to the rocks of my land
I havent moved an inch to explore because
My wallet weeps because it's shallow
The sacrifice of prostitute
The pains of ophaned hawkers
The skecthy life of vacists
A risk by a corrupt official
The bravery of robbers who call themselves "sharp"
The cost of living as a streetchild
Happiness nowadays has its basis on money's Existance
Dependants stress the Earner in most cases
Because they expect much and later turn ungrateful
Damned is the man with a saving problematic culture.
He spends more on eating and saves none
The more the money sometimes they say
The more the distant relatives
some one must realise, be sincere and know about
The difficulty of Earning a living
| It is in fact, hard to earn a living. Very hard. Money...money...money...that's what everyone wants. But is it what we live for? Hmmmmm...that takes deep thought.|
Your poem was very full of facts and heartache. I can feel your pain...and all I can say is...just always keep your head up. One day, you will be gifted for all your patience and hard doings.
Li Li (Alicia)
|| Posted on 2005-05-02 00:00:00 | by Munchie_1226 | [ Reply to This ] || your poem is hard for me to understand.|
i think that may be do to living in america.
i worry about money and where i am going to live but prable not to the exstent you have.
i have been a lach key child and my school clothing and food sometimes came from the bumpster down the ally because we had no money to buy food or clothing. hmm. so ya. keep writing though.
|| Posted on 2005-04-25 00:00:00 | by snufthepunk28 | [ Reply to This ] |