Chapter nine

WHEELS AND HILLS.

Standing with might and courage

Shape taking my pride

Staught not to weight

For my pride dwells in all

By many am ever cherished

And others yearning for a hold

Over my grateness and might

That goes not to status class

With various shapes I stand

To cap all classes and age

That the old lay be pleased

The young be joyful

And babies with oily faces

All praise my humble greatness.

I would appreciate all

Not leaving out size

But mr Hills keeps me off

Forcing me to air out complains

Not only to size but weight

For my hardwork at times

Goes beyond my faculty

With my tiny pressed body

To withstand valuable masses

With great and mighty weight

Without maintenance or care

Bearing my tears all day long

For am a stranger amidst a storm

That holds not a friend or foe.

All running to me in problems For sorrow has always left my sight not

With all soughts of cries

That have never let my ears off

Yet joy follows the next day

Not leaving the crying mouths

For party is the joy to youth

With all styles and jumps

For I have to withhold their twists

To make them jolly and smile

Climbing all hills with difficulty

Putting in my all for the best

Potholes leaving me in agony

Yet still remain unmoved.

They say hardwork does pay

Yet for all the gone years

Everyone came with more difficulty

With my paths never maintained

Not january or be it december

Be it 1st or the called 31st

All days come with dire situations

Although some do show mercy

For not all fingers stand at equals

But what say has the little finger

For first finger will still bellow

In his deep mellow voice

That holds no single defiant

How I wish I held a voice like his.

FOR GOD AND MY COUNTRY!