Adult Life
Early in the morning
before the sun rise.
You wake up very fast,
and start your way
going to work.
Before you reach at work,
they call you very fast.
Hullo sweet daddy,
the child is sick.
Run as you can
to save his life.
When you reach at home,
they start to demand you food,
sugar and soap
without mind at all,
the weight of your pocket.
Oh! Adult life is hard,
full of pain, chaos
and cry sometimes in the year.
Copyright © Sekitto Kisakye | Year Posted 2007
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