Have eyed dire a life packed with storms. <br />Wildly, money whisked in air-vast sums, <br />Pains my home with intense heart drums. <br /> <br />All but tears, my wife flooding alone. <br />To my kids, I’m of tramp-trash tone. <br />Love to light them ought to be shown. <br /> <br />To discard not my heart-dear ones, <br />Must stamp a stop to gambling runs, <br />Must exit out those gulping funs. <br /> <br />Life adrift I have dwelled, I burn. <br />To a life spring-solaced, I turn. <br />Sun-living with my home, I earn.<br /><br />Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/turnabout-2/
