The Priceless Job
Red and green are the leaves, In bundles, they would pay "Soihanbinu" , they would say “My son would now be an Inspector” Says the farmer but his tractor And other things, bartered from whence came Bundles of red and green leaves. “Life from now will never be the same”. Whispered the happy mother’s heart. Long awaited time is now here “My son’s name in the list is nowhere” Father died from an attack of heart- Mother and Son rendered homeless. All just for a Job so priceless.