Poem Hunter
JH (January 4,1931 / a citizen of the world)


Everyday, we struggle.
For food, for shelter, we tussle.
Alot, for the cash solve jackpot puzzle.
Old, young, younger, everyone hustle.

Tirelessly in the flaming sun we walk,
Headed to a land of no rest; Our place of work.
For us teachers, we just talk on and talk,
While them bankers count the cash with long ties worn.

We struggle everyday,
And from our pocket, a penny each day.
Fearless of death, careless of health, we make our day.
Sleep with an eye, while the other watch the sun's ray.

The sun is yet alive, but we've begun marching.
Teachers, keep on talking,
Hawkers, never cease walking.
With just one thing in mind in all our doing;

That there is no rest
Till you in peace rest.
So you do your best,
And leave to God, the rest.

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Comments (2)

pink floyd rocksss! ! ! thanks for submitting it! !
hey in this poem your true innocence shown.............and you describe well but i think that there is a (THE rather than THEM) . but i like it and also remind my childhood sorry if i wrote anything wrong........ thanks