The Farmer

Whisper not in my ears 'Iam poor' shower no charity to speak it louder make me no tool for you to be known for my toil will humble your shine. Allure me not with goodies I care less skeptic am I who gives me free for you take more than I do receive with dubious minds men share luxuries. Am a common man in the street indeed genius were fed by me in the world rich were made on my toil and sweat countries formed for men of my tune. thoughts of survival guides my muscles lives on me waiting , make me go on A simple life yet a lot it demands loyalty, honesty and love to crown it. In love I rest and wake up serene moments I live kept in love's achieve and when I die I have run my race race of a man as destined to be. when I till & sow earth gladly blesses when I water ,seeds smile and sprout theyknowing me, will return at last nestling with them loving their roots. I never searched self , nor did I lose for me thoughts are living and life nothing beyond it, mattered my head for I still love a sparrow more than a jet