Wednesday, February 1, 2023 - 2:19 pm

Poem – Poor Man’s Haven

in 1972 - 1973

Aawh! ………  I rub my sleepy eyes
Bang my sleepy head
Raise my sleepy self
Off the hard cold floor
Another day to face, of sorrows, of hard work,
I pack my lunch, a crust of stale bread,
A flask of barley water
Kiss my buxom wife goodbye
Wave to my dirty-faced children
Trudge along the road
Foot steps dragging wearily,


One……….       One……….
Must go on and face another day
Along life's thorny path……
Soon the day is done
I'm on my way home again
Home may be just a leaky roof,
Walls stuffed with newspapers
Rice bags scattered on the poor,
But my steps are light and springing
Because home is where my wife is,
Where my dirty-faced children are


A plate of rice, a piece of plantain
A shower in the backyard
A poor man's haven is his home
Because it's where love is
Contentment, children happily laughing,
Madam to welcome you home,
I enter my home, I look around
Yes, it may not be Buckingham
But it's a home
A poor man's haven.