We All Eke Out Poem by Haruna Garba

Rich as the rich could be
He ekes out with a little greed
Tranquil as the pauper looks
He ekes out with a flaw of gyp
Sweet as a singer sounds
He ekes out with little screams
Teary as the weeper is
He ekes out with a few sobs
Destitute and piteous as a beggar
Could eke out with a baby on lap
Fishy as the vicious is
He ekes out, with at least a single trust

You eke out
I eke out
We eke out
In one way or the other
In everything, we all eke out