Poem 3:
Title of the story used to compose my poem: The Taxi man's Story
Making a living with a job as a taxi driver,
for about twenty years,
I have been a taxi driver.
It had been more tiring,
as compared to the past years.
To success in Singapore,
working really hard is very important.
No money can be earn without sweat.
Especially for people
like me
No education
No capital for business
But with a quite big family
with eight children in total.
Among the the eight,
the youngest one is the one who does not obey.
Felt like punishment from gods.
When she go against me,
I was feeling hurt in the inside.
No one eventually will knows,
probably someone in my shoes might know.
Young people today
does not obey
does not study hard
does not help with household chores
But went to nightclubs
run away from school
tell lies to their parents that they have school meeting
I am a taxi driver so I knows.
As a parent also a taxi driver
I had once experienced this
My youngest daughter,
she was very hard working.
Until one day,
as i drove passed a coffee house,
I saw a young girl all dressed up and make up,
looking so familiar
indeed she was my daughter.
Infuriated I dragged her home.
I beat and slapped her
But it taste no good
I realised that I was a fool,
working so hard
but get nothing in return.
What saddened me was,
she had made herself cheap.
Title of the story used to compose my poem: The Taxi man's Story
Making a living with a job as a taxi driver,
for about twenty years,
I have been a taxi driver.
It had been more tiring,
as compared to the past years.
To success in Singapore,
working really hard is very important.
No money can be earn without sweat.
Especially for people
like me
No education
No capital for business
But with a quite big family
with eight children in total.
Among the the eight,
the youngest one is the one who does not obey.
Felt like punishment from gods.
When she go against me,
I was feeling hurt in the inside.
No one eventually will knows,
probably someone in my shoes might know.
Young people today
does not obey
does not study hard
does not help with household chores
But went to nightclubs
run away from school
tell lies to their parents that they have school meeting
I am a taxi driver so I knows.
As a parent also a taxi driver
I had once experienced this
My youngest daughter,
she was very hard working.
Until one day,
as i drove passed a coffee house,
I saw a young girl all dressed up and make up,
looking so familiar
indeed she was my daughter.
Infuriated I dragged her home.
I beat and slapped her
But it taste no good
I realised that I was a fool,
working so hard
but get nothing in return.
What saddened me was,
she had made herself cheap.
