Groundnut Seller Poem by umoh cyril

I walked the streets tired,
A tray on my head,
My head burning like its fire,
With loads of groundnut on my head,

Shouting from door to door,
Singing to entice patrons,
To make them buy more,
Am friends with patrons,

Buy groundnut,

I have to sell till dusk,
Or mama will be sad,
Sing till my voice is husk,
Thinking its not that bad,

My neck is getting sore,
With this weight on my head,
Singing and shouting like a horn,
Until my spirit bled,

Buy groundnut,

Am the famous groundnut seller,
Who walk the streets everyday,
Walking and singing with fellow hawker's,
To make extra pay,

I hawk and sell groundnut,
What I do to survive,
Am the one that hawk groundnut,
On the streets to survive,

Buy groundnut.