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