poetry

Waiting

Why is mamma late?

I am tired of waiting

It’s long since I ate

Eyes tired and hurting

Will she get me pizza?

Today just for once ?

I know it’s not a good idea

She is without a job for months.

Why is life so unfair?

Some rich and some poor

While I have nothing to spare

You have your life secure

Mamma says, I am her dream

I must follow a course and succeed

Fight my way upstream

And to failure never concede

I may be a little boy now

But that’s what I will do

Through life’s field I will plough

Penury and hunger subdue

Ah, I see my mamma afar

She don’t have pizza I know

Will be happy with what she bears

And flow with life’s high and low.

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