Why Oih Why Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

Why oh why
Do I feel
I wanna cry
Feels like my life is passing me by
In my tinted jalopy
I watch the people that walk past.
Man with a son
I envy you
Some to hold you with little pressure
and innocence in their eyes.
Lady with the better clothes
Probably earn me I ever do
You could guess by now
I'm feeling blue.
Im glad to be loved my life
But i wish we both had
a better life.
Poor as mice
Using the old things not once but thrice
Even the broken toilet seat that I cannot afford
to replace.
The new one seems liek a hefty price
Well I guess I'll persevere for another week
Where Ill try to fall in
Whilst doing a number two.

Will someone wish me well
Good luck or bad
time will tell
But my proud Father
Did to this poet once young
Proclaim
If you never make something of yourself
You only be cleaning rubbish
instead of gold.
This poet has aged well.
Despite my Fathers warning
My poetic tone projects
my wishes that even God rejects.
I wanted to make aeroplanes fly
High with the birds
In the Pacific coloured sky.
This old poet can forewarn
Listen young folk
and listen well.
Come will the day
that you wished
Your Daddy would be proud
IListen well to you parents advice
May the life you make
Be fulfilling, sweet and nice......