#widmeashug

I'm a mèrchant
who once lent
A handsome sum of few util
But now I want to get a little.

That paid me most
which now I've lost
The feeling of satisfaction
In lieu of action
which is desirable
But I've to get a little.

Why the wind sings a song,
Why the sun scorching along;
Why there is always a ripple,
When I want to get a little.

What I hate
Persons coming late;
Tattlers making tattle
Those who are fickle;
As they make me disable
To fetch me more when I get a little.
What I require
Horses of desire;
Which can win the battle
And make me settle
I those ambitious moments
When I will get a little.

© gaowidashug