Low Hanging Fruits Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Low hanging fruits

Vast were his problems,
And saving was little,
Could only buy beer.

Days and night were in race,
Everything was worsened.

Thanks to the disaster
Frozen was market,
Labourer was fired!

His savings had ended
In COVID and winter.

Amassed the problems
Miseries were added.

Found bottles in kitchen,
Took along, bought beer
To soften part of pain.

Limited were bottles
To exchange or barter.

He remained with excess
Time on hand and in bed.

Laid on back and counted
The ceiling's portraits…

Had learned the dots number,
(An act of uselessness!)

Firmly, he decided
"Be real, face the bear…"

Now, near the Walmart
Has set up a shed-shop
Collects the cans, bottles,
Make money, also helps
Keep clean the nature!