I am the owner of the patched up trousers
I purchase my meal with the free vouchers
I eat the leftover food in the fancy restaurant
When they don’t let me in I move to the bin
I am the worker with the sun burnt skin
I am the man with the worn out flip flops
I am the dude with the sun dried lips
I sleep on an old mattress with a tattered sheet and when it rains my ceiling drips in excess too
I wear my socks with its rat eaten holes
I am the worker who cannot write his name
I am the one they point fingers at and sometimes they say —whaaat a shame
I am the husband with the bedridden wife
I have a wallet that has zilch in it
And when I have 2 coins I don’t forget to split
That’s the way it is I have to strive
And may be one day I could thrive
Yet, I smile when you look at me
And I end my day with a sip of tea
This hardship is what I chose
Don’t judge me until you learn to walk in my shoes.
