A Hawker’s Day

A newspaper-hawker and his daily life

A hawker,

To deliver,

The papers,

With his bicycle moves.

 

To numerous houses,

He goes,

Meeting the persons,

He hardly knows.

 

He distributes news,

And knows no excuse,

Does the job each day,

So that he can the children’s school-fees pay.

 

He never dreams a lot,

Doesn’t even want,

To ever see his face,

In the newspapers.

 

He defies the rain,

And doesn’t let any pain,

To poke his psyche,

Active he truly is like a bee.