' ROME IS BETTER'

How can I say everything is fine,
when I can't for a second wine?
How can I say everything is fine,
when I can't boast of a dine?
How can I say everything is fine,
when I'm still threading on a long tiny line?
How can I say everything is fine,
when the world is not mine?
How can I say everything is fine,
when I have not a vine?
How can I say everything is fine,
when I've one and not ninety nine?
How can I say everything is fine,
when I make no define?

What shall I combine
to make me shine?
I don't want to configure six to nine,
for me to outshine.

Come rain or shine,
church is certainly not shrine.
To outshine is divine
while I walk on a fine line.

I have seen the sign,
sign on the dotted line,
determination and hard work is the bottom line,
a stitch in time saves nine.

Why is everything not fine?
When will it be fine?
What shall I do to make it fine?
Who shall give me an answer that I call fine?

Anonymous.

The poet personae of this piece wishes to have greater achievements in life, he therefore mentions various parts of life he desires to have, awaiting someone to keep him satisfied(fine.) May God help him.