Bread Winner Poem by Folorunsho Ahmed adekunle

On road all day,
Like Cheetah I speed up when late,
In haste I knot my tie,
Empty stomach to make things right.

Fatherly father I was,
When In rush, on bed family still snore,
Who then shall put food on table?
When bread winner is unable.

I wanted to be there when you cry,
Saying sweet words at this time,
Coming late in night, leaving early in cold,
I leave home to feed home.

Dear family, I have plans for you,
This more than sitting home with you,
Am a working machine,
Busy but distantly caring.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown,
Firing shots around the world,
Heartless pharaoh am being called,
But Like savior i die for all.

How then shall I care for you?
Sound education, good food and i hustle for you,
Even if I show no emotion and less attention,
I feed my home like I feed the nation.