It Ain't No Use, Babe Poem by abu tarek md tahsin

It ain't no use
to wait and ponder, babe.

It ain't no use
to cry over sorrows, babe.

for the roads were made
for dreamers like you and me, babe.

and the wind keeps blowing,
while the rivers keep flowing,
and the stars are a distant witness,
upon these glittering city roads of wealth.

It ain't no use, babe
to quit and quiver in shame.

Knowing your thirst
and my thirst
is too barren
for this fruitless life
to quench.