A true story I overheard
From one of local song band
Of an infamous ex foreman
A man of a corrupt reputation
Being in prestigious position
He used his powers wrongly
He earned a hefty salary
But went ahead to defraud
His juniors and seniors
He was very infamous for
Blackmail and distortion of
Financial statements
His subordinates bought lunch
Expert financed his super
Suppliers catered for his drink
And still he would sell materials
Behind construction owners’ back
He lived luxurious life
Eat money like were fried
His attires were Kaunda suits
Hanging trousers with suspenders
Shoes were safari boots or openers
He never dealt with coins
He would say he had no pockets
To keep money made of irons
World has no a permanent owner
He now perform juggling
Seated on floor at gate of the market
Playing a guitar, singing and begging
Coins from well wishers and fans
When going up a ladder
Or a stair case of life
Be friendly and humble
To these you leave down
You may miss steps and fall
And then roll down like a stone
They may hold you back
And prevent you from crashing
Its very easy to come down from riches to rags.The thought well defined through a story. Thank you
Wonderful work.. revealing a strong philosophy of life. very well written poem. thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow! I like what i am reading, what a pity where did he get a pocket to put coins? this is a great lesson to be learned
Thanks a lot Charity for your comment, Be blessed.