All work no pay turn wet bones
dry,
Soaring heat synchronous with
goods’ high price,
goods’ high price,
No change, progress static,
mounting a miserable life.
mounting a miserable life.
And I still go back home to my
ever-angry wife.
ever-angry wife.
Tweaking the sun and the moon in
an elliptical mode,
an elliptical mode,
Still leaves of change refuse to
unfold,
unfold,
Situations seem to get only worse,
And now a sack letter from my only
job.
job.
Now am back on my knees like a
fresh graduate,
fresh graduate,
Whose radiance has failed to grade
his age.
his age.
Am in search of any well of
livelihood,
livelihood,
So, I can set my life and live
worriless in my hood.
worriless in my hood.
A good job and life aren’t
forthcoming
forthcoming
Even after my fourth job, and a
flexed toiling.
flexed toiling.
Wrinkles of smiles aren’t
forthcoming,
forthcoming,
Seems the world is lost in the
hopeless territory.
hopeless territory.
written by Williams Sharon
sharonayodejiwilliams@gmail.com
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