In the comfort seat of work I enjoy love and respect
I’m welcome in the society as a normal person
That’s what I will strive for if it means congruency
High comfort or low comfort laid bare by the strive of mankind
Through the might of mind, physic and velour I may have all
With profuse sweat or if not by extreme luck or small fortune
High sweat high blow of cool air brings the comfort of rip
Low sweat or high, shuns the sunshine or brings forth the rain
Sometimes I cry because suddenly I find myself in a mud of sweat
Regretting the reverie which took me out of the rivalry for comfort
Striving for it and raising it high up over the ordinary comfort line
No guarantee for welfare and leisure
The riches may perish in the storm of steal, stuck and disaster
I may keep the star status by the blanket of deception
Thus raising the comfort line higher within the peace of naivety
Looking at pity smiles, love and respect I will reciprocate by giving a little
So that I will be loved while I’m overwhelmed by the noble status
A philanthropist with a hand of three fingers!
N Nkuna,20 September 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem