Born a million hours ago
Learned a million things
Had a million laughs
And a million cries
It’s what it is: this world.
Have paid a million shillings
To learn a thousand things
Read through a million words
To learn a thousand things
To be paid a few thousands
For my infinity needs
It’s what it is: this world.
It’s now a millionth journey
Earning hundreds and a few thousands
To sort my Goliath bills
With my David salary,
It’s what it is: this world.
I have a million thoughts
A thousand of them suicidal
A thousand of them millionaire’s
Another thousand of them leaving home
Another hundred on billionaire dreams
It’s what it is: this world.
After a million dreams
I learned a million things
A million is a million
In dreams or in reality
So I’m a millionaire
With or without the notes
It’s what it is: this world.
This poem is about a young man who, after spending so much in getting educated, has been trying to get his life going by chasing his dreams. Life frustrates him. He is employed, but the bills his salary is supposed to service are bigger than what he earns.
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He laments that life has been harsh on him and plans to leave the country to search for greener pastures.