From Penury To Luxury Poem by Olawale Oluwole

In the tenth hour of his penury,
The humble man dreamt of luxury.
From the dust and depth of need,
He carved his fate through silent deed.

Once poor, now resting in quiet ease,
His kin debate his wealth with unease.
His family guard what he once owned,
The state proclaims the gold he'd sown.
And while his spirit wanders free,
He watches all — in penury.

Who knows how he earned his treasure?
In the dust? Beneath the sun's fierce pressure?
He laboured long, with sweat and scars,
Till fortune bent beneath his stars.

Why speak ill of his luxury?
Why question honest victory?
Work your hands, and bend your back —
For toil restores what fate may lack.

An egg becomes a hen, in time,
But never in an instant climb.
So labour well, and earn your right —
To sleep in comfort, soft and bright.