Did Job realise…?: A poem 

Did Job realise, that wisdom is no haste? 

That when he was laid to waste, 

he finally discovered grace? 

And though I never thought about winning the race, 

I knew I was never outpaced 

My attire and shoes may be unlaced, 

and if you think poorly of me, just in case, 

I’ll tell you I have a lot of style and taste 

The real connoisseur and gourmet 

knows that greed never makes his day 

With very little means, I never lost my way 

Do you believe, what I say? 

And if my sky has hurricanes 

I didn’t shout out, from the rooftops, about my pains 

Yes, faith may simply have to wait, 

but it is never out of date 

And it never rues that fate is late 

It is not broken with waiting at the gate 

I may just be a mere unacknowledged actor, 

but my poverty and oblivion make me greater