Our Loving Father

TRIBUTE TO OUR FATHER

            From the oraculous stable of element

                        Tribute to our fathers

Thou art a man , a laborer in his father soil

Toiling day and night just to make end meets and needs

A worker, teacher, father, a money man and all et all 

He got to set the right example 

Has to start from the scratch

To be a man, nay easy

Does he even get to rest?

Works from Sunday to Sunday

Even when claiming to be at rest

A modern computer can’t compete with his thinking faculty

This is the sorrowful fate of a man

Regardless of class, place, and status

Conducting, negotiating, closing business deals

Making sharp and witty moves  from here to there

Just like a damn game of chess

One bad move, you are up; yeah finished!

Truth be told, to be a man is not a day job

Day job? Not even a week neither month nor years

A man is not measured by number of years spent on earth

Nay, but by the number of accomplishment

Whether poor or rich

Did he own fleet of cars or just a car

Or was he a traveler on foot

How many estates, mansion answers to his name

Or he lived and died in a rented apartments

What about his children what are their fate

Are they well to do, did they school here or abroad

Or even still they never saw the four walls of a varsity

All these are standard of viewing accomplishment

No man wants to be found wanting

That why they toil day and night

As a man once said “even though am poor today, I will suffer to make my children rich and be proud of me tomorrow”

A man’s world, were the rich wants to get richer and the poor;

Left to their fate

A man, a soldier, a warrior even after all the earthly battles fought

No one to blow your trumpet

Oh wait, you think to survive in this ghastly nation of ours is easy?

No it’s a war, where you either win or lose, live or die

Others may find it easy to survive, but trust me they are either the lucky or dubious ones

A true man never get to rest from the day he breathed his first to the day he breathed his last

A true man only rest in his grave

R.I.P. to all our fathers who went to the great beyond

Shout out to all those still toiling its nation soil

ola element