It never rains but pours
Born in sadness Grew up in poverty Raised in lamentations And spewing vengeful words Is daily bread It never rains but pours In this our daily life Sadness come when mother dies During child birth Father disappears without a trace Never seen them They are just a figment of your own Imagination
Poor old grandparents, left to Fend for the vulnerable infant Haven’t they had enough burdens Of old age already? Like a plague, poverty strikes No food, No clothes No money and could barely afford a simple meal the cries of the golden aged, one hears Regretting ever been born. What is then in store for this orphaned child? It never rains but pours with a heavy storm of problems and a thunder of burdens.
Written by Fadzai Mudekwa
