A POEM- Dock on the bay.
So he sits and watches as time ebbs away
Like a dove sitting on a tree's edge
Along the dock on the bay
The waves and tides change the game
And the sea slowly slides far away
His day's goal seem so near away
That's the plight of a salesman's day
Locked in the day with no sales
Tomorrow he'll rise again
These path's he knows too well
He can't afford to give his hope away
What will be left with hope no more
Till the last breath he'll march away
March through hell if that's what it'll take
To makes sales and make his hay
The sun shines not every day
Sometimes it's rain all through the day
The way is muddy,rainy and wet
Still the goals set must be met
To him there's no let up till he gets his pay
He'll stand in the rain till the last drop
Then the sun will shine and light his way
Hard times don't last but hard people do
He heard that in class eight
Eight five add thirty five still digging
Keep digging till you find the diamond
Along the way you get lemons
Make lemonade,fight your demons
Feed your fear with courage
Failure love company,stay away
Sometimes you'll have to walk away
Watch the game at the dock from the bay
Like the dove sitting on the tree's edge
And time ebbs away.
You make it.
Wanjohi wa Maina ®
©Raiyammoja
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