Truant-Vagrant-Usher To A Manager. Poem by DICKSON MSETI

Life's a mystery, i can say,
after along journey up today,
was i a prisoner of yesterday?
No! but a convict of everyday.

Being a tenant of moral decay,
as truant i thought o key,
being sturbon i felt joy,
i wasn't a man, but a school boy.

Observe this carefully,
then feel it practically,
how i lived arrogantly,
then judge me correctly,

To be chased out of school,
told my daddy it was cool,
to have time for a swimming pool,
real i was more than a fool.

Life changed after school,
being a vagrant i felt blue,
i ate the remains that's true,
children started shouting at me booo!

i was a real looser,
a convict without a trouser,
my fate was closer,
thinking how stupid i was.

sorry for the story but ooh please,
i have a train to catch,
am late in the church,
went there to fetch my faith,
became an usher like a torch,

Now i show people where to seat,
just trying my level best,
reminding myself how i was a beast,

waaoh!
I see a woman's coming,
i feel how best she is,
specially on her chest,
i feel lost,
as feelings are the mastermind of being a beast,
(just sometimes)

she said in a lower voice,
hey usher!
you can touch if you like it,
you may eat if you want to,
be mine if you feel that,
but not until he mass,
in fact am a spinster,

she new me,
as a husband and the owner of a company,
this one i'll never blow it away.