A Little Tadpole

You are jobless and,
How do you build a Storybuilding?
You have no job and,
How do you build a Hotel?
I fell like hell but i have now woken up like timber!
From this present evil world like, the window cleaner.
Life and hardships,
From man's own journey like s street sweeper;
A little tadpole swam into your river and now,
It has become an Island.
You have no job but,
You able to build a Storybuilding and a Hotel;
But if i may ask,
Who gave you the money?

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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