(Poem originally published on ArtHut via http://arthut.com.ng/viewBlog?hid=5gahtl7iafs94t40740in&data=insight)
The sweats travel through the wrinkles on his face
As he pushes his cart at a slower pace
His weak hand glued to the cart loses;
He breathes in death in dozes
He parks his cart as his feet could bear it no more
He is exhausted and parched
Whether it is a thirst of water or of life, He cannot say
He gulped two cups of water as that would do for the moment
He closed his eyes as it unleashed memories locked away
His very life replayed before him like a play
Far back in time when he was very rich
Rich in resources, such as time and age
Opportunities were publicized everywhere he turned
Rather than invest in a better future
He chose to loan from poverty
And payback in bits
In his lascivious spending, he paid
Through his slothfulness, he paid
Until he became bankrupt
Seeking for his daily meal, yet indebted to poverty
Now he realizes that the cost of a better future
is not as expensive as he thought
Poverty is way costly
But he has chosen his fate ignorantly
Only death or perhaps God can change that.
