Decades been passed
Ribs been scratch
been on the battle front

''WHO''

PATIENT WIDOW

Fruit been plenty
but who will quenched your breath
you look upon the Earth for a giver
but still been strong and humble
though I the writer been bully
but devoted to my script

PATIENT WIDOW

always said everything will be fine
thou cry for hunger, then my pen come
elder in dust but I cross

PATIENCE

your predicament will be your hidden treasure.

© The poem boy, BARRISTER J MONEY