The Only Place Of Rest For All Poem by Von Klassique

Living in squalor,
Everyday Pain and Sorrow,
No better day to Follow-
Everthing in a shambles.

He has a wife with Six Kids,
expecting a salary increase-
Got retrenched at his office.
So depressing-
Went home unhappy;
There he saw the children crying-
School fees, School fees.
Wife grumbling-
No food to eat.
Then, the landlord came knocking-
My money, My money.

So tired and perplexed,
He went to bed;
and it was heard-
He slept and met death:
Now at Rest;
In the only place of Rest
For all.