Porter In the Street
He wake up early in the morning
Never rest till evening
Because he never promise tomorrow
As his chance were narrow
Putting on his torn clothes
And mended his only shoes
Sometimes no breakfast
He have to move fast
With his wheelbarrow
Taking people's luggage to their destination, if he is allow
To make ends meal
Is the deal
Walking down the street
In the heat
Delivering goods like an arrow
Any goods he follow
Living in wallow
Walking down the hollow
Nobody bothers
If his brothers
Walking at hill
In order pay his bill
The landload threating him
Nobody lend him
Money to pay rent
But he is always gent
Copyright © Bah Momodoup | Year Posted 2016
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