Truant-vagrant-usher To A Manager.
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!
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poem by Dickson Mseti
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