Hungry Man Poem by David Ayo Olowoeyo

Walking on the road,
Hungrily sighing lika a tod,
Tracing some attractive wine,
Blinking as if it should be mine,

Stoped by a gleeful friend,
With on his hand a little bread,
Ashame to ask for a little one,
Living a restless eyes, clinging on,

Snatch away the little bread,
A whisper into the hungry mind,
I took away my thoughtful line,
To the seas to my best most nine,

Already the whisper accomplished,
Helpless too much hungry to be said,
Really sorry my hugry man,
Mocked by the most worse nine,