POEM: HARD TIMES

ONCE UPON A TIME
Next comes the landlord when the kenkey seller is gone.
His screams are enough to make you quit it all.
You stand there and all you can do is to look up.
That dressmaker you haven’t paid over a year would
add to your problems by spewing oceans of  insults on you.
living in a hard time has and would never be glamorous

ONE DAY
‘Is there a way out of this disaster?’ you would quiz
The sun rises but no matter what sets.
It may look like there would never be an end.
Believe me, suffering has a slender body.
Yet there is a man on Earth called Hope,
When you are down, you should look up to him,
He would bring his furniture and keep you comfort

THE END

After much tribulation, the sun would set,

And success would ride his horses to your doorstep.

He would put you on a pedestal bigger than Gates.

Showering you with emeralds and platinum,

wash you with a soap made of an everlasting Arabian perfume

Then you shall remember those hard times no more.

HAPPILY EVER AFTER
The future holds enough glories for you.
Don't give up before life gives up on you.

Written by Joseph Yaw Frimpong
Follow him on twitter @frimpong4u

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