The poor man dance~2.jpeg "The poor man dance") When a poor man dance, he sways sideways Trying to grab, on empty chances Stretching his hands, to pick the pieces Spreading his body, to alleviate pain And when he falls, he never gets up
When a poor man dance, he make tiny jumps Folding his hands, to cover his head Dreading the fall, fearing the pain Missing the view, on the other side And when he jumps, he get down fast
When a poor man dance, he keep bowing Because life spirals, on downward trend He keep remembering, life at the bottom His arms are slagged, and his body’s weak And he will keep bowing, never to look up
A poor man swings, like a bellydancer Side to side, like a rolling boat He feed today, he clothe tomorrow He shelter on Monday, educate on Tuesday It’s never enough, for a single moment
When a rich man dance, he jumps upwards To get a glimpse, of life ahead Never afraid, to stumble and fall Spreading his hands, to reach out the dream And when he jumps, he never gets down
When a rich man dance, he does with vigor He will swing sideways, and pick opportunities He will jump up, and keep moving up He will bow down, just to pick the others And he will never again, dance like a poor man |
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This blog post was published on 18 Dec 2017 in Life category. Access all the posts at Blog |