A father is like a pyramid;
Solid-based construction;
Strong, ready to face the wind, the sun and all obstacles…
I was a son, a brother, a nephew, a father, a husband, a man of respect
I was very influent
Had money, fame, honor, love and salutes from everybody
Its so good to think of old good days…
Yet why would my eyes be wet today…
I had friends, good contacts everywhere
I had a golden heart, ready to help anytime…
Today, I have myself and my wheel chair as my own support
Money, money, money
Is a heart not enough to love
Where are you friends now when I mostly need you
Is an illness a disease
Is poverty a sin
Is white-hair growing so horrible
Before my voice would bring you all to me,
Today my tears crash on the floor like flood
Not a single life around
My voice is soundless
Today my loneliness is my world
I’ve strived hard in life
Still striving but now to survive all alone
I cry like a child today; never did I cry during my pyramid days
Maybe I err somewhere
Like every human being does
Today I realize people live for money, pray for money, befriend for money
And a heart is only a dollar-gathering platform, it fades with time
Its all the path of life
Nobody escape his…
Salimah Nubee
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-father-misfortune-bringing-tears-on-the-desert/
