Everyday our lives is a struggle
We toil day and night to make a living.
Our survival lies in hardship.
Our beds are not of roses
The rich can't feel our hustle
They don't know our struggles
The sun sets on us
And when it goes down
right before our nose
Then We retire for the day.
We hustle for shelter
We hustle for cash
We hustle for food
We have to survive, don't we?
We have families
Their needs depends on us
We have to take care of them before poverty sets in.
Hustling is every man's key to survival.
© Rita Oyewale
Categories:
hustling, art, business, humanity, money,
Form: Narrative
So packed and full is the train
a lot die trying
to taste of its final gain.
This journey so full of pain
as it seems
all that Life can offer is a cane
treating its bunch of victims with disdain.
But don't give it all up
and go off the lane
to this cause stay true and sane.
In Life priorities, make it the main
provided it is clean and plain.
Cos finally, it won't be in vain.
Just be patient on the rain
when its out pour comes
your rewards shall build up
like the empire in Spain.
Accepting the newly found guardian
whom unto you it begets
after near-surviving years of neglect.
Now, your pain it will recompense
and deservedly account for every drop of your sweat!
Categories:
hustling, poverty, success, visionary, work,
Form: Prose Poetry