The Refused Is the Confused
Heart with Joy suffused,
Later Help refused!
So, No Hopes infused,
It’d remain confused…
A Factory Worker,
For twelve years Dock Worker;
One could not be great,
If one would just wait.
“Who does jams his gate
To walk with poor gait:
Who does ends up ‘Poor,’
About this ‘For Sure’
Denied sponsorship
He won’t sail his ship:
The Refused, Confused!
Confused, The Ill-Used.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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