Title: The Hustler Poem by Emmatobs de thought writer

Daily, the man on dark shirts bellows
Echoing the charge of his vocal fellows
To get the attentions of passers by
He couldn't resist the hot down pour of the sky

He shouted as he strove, Enter with your change
Before you get to your destination range
Hustle and bustle is where he meet
The integrate city is what he greet

Life put the man in a big risk
He goes after passengers and walk so brisk
The day might be short, long or hard
But for his job, he dare not part

An idle mind is free to it own devices
Infact through its deeds might still surprise
Look unto him, you see a struggle face
Struggling with is life chase

Sometimes he wish to leave the job behind
But what the mouth would eat lingered on his mind
At least, the little penny helps to pay a bill
And also keep one still

Running after the moving vehicle on the high way
With the fear of what the bus driver will say
His body clung to the entrance of the bus door
As he felt disgruntled and his heart became sore

For the man to survive and make ends meet
For him to be well balanced on his feet
His head was hung in the air
I would say, his life is just so unfair

All is focus is just to hustle
As he have to shuffle
He gather his emotion like an ocean and let it go
There's no stopping in is hustle, there's no stopping in his flow

So he keep working and show
With the hope, a day everything will glisters and glow
He believe, a day things will be crystal white
And that day, it will be the arrival of his light