My Salary Poem by Mcanthony Nwatu
My Salary
Here I came empty
Unknowingly empty
Nothing I have now
Its way about I know.
Am favoured in the Lord’s eyes.
Soon and in time
He will start punishing me
With blessings, abundantly
Above all, exceedingly.
A theatre in round, nice
What I have I used,
What I want, to get:
I used my talent
In the Lord’s vineyard;
At every need
My salary pings
To and fro blessings.
What a pay price.
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