People said there was God
he could not see him. He's odd.
Thunder and sun were wonders
it's seemed God's creation yonder.
Life was work at first. Working,
he made a million. God's filling.
He married a girl of his dream
they had a boy. God's meant well.
In 2011, Blackberry went. He went,
lost home 'n business. God's bent.
He borrowed and stole
money never stayed. God's stalled.
His wife left him with his boy.
a life was destroyed. God's employed.
Now he's so depressed
stayed in Happy Farm, suppressed.
After few years, he got lucks
and got his wife and boy back.
Homeless worker,
disability worker.
social worker,
insurance agent
career counsellor
marriage therapist
addiction counsellor.
his or His..........
A godly crotchet,
Stop this clitche.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem