by ahcene mariche
I dressed a lot of persons
I patched clothes to many others
The rich as well as the poor
I took off thorns
To the sick I pierced boils
I also pierced plenty of ears
Most people need me
They can’t do without me
I adorned too many brides
I made their grooms look handsome
So that they please their admirers
I protected the miserable
I covered and wormed them
With the suitable cloth
I cared a lot for the wrecked
I provided them with food in plenty
I realized later on
That I was doing only good
But as if I was digging in water
No profit coming in return
From the ungrateful man
Yet I kept accomplishing my duty
What I said is an example
I took it from our rich repertory
All the words I’ve used
Are about my doings
And those of the needle
Which remains naked.
ahcene mariche
Last updated September 19, 2011