Date: 7/22/2008

KILLED BY POVERTY!!!!

Watch the child that in the street corner stands No money, no future, no ambitions, no plans. A smile on his face you sometimes might see. Faith, hope, praying that someday he'd be The person he wants to be. Barefoot he stands with heels that are cracked Tightly in his hands he holds bread that is wrapped Given to him by a man walking on the street, A day old lunch that he couldn't eat! But the boy is grateful for what he holds tight. Glad that there won't be any groans coming From his tummy tonight! Even though faced by poverty he never gives up, Maybe this is a blessing in disguise to keep his chin up. At night he sits and writer about his story... His life may not be glamorous or extraordinary But he gets comfort by writing about his story. Because in it lies his deepest thoughts And things you can't see With just a look. Then one morning he never woke up, Cold as ice, Still as a brick. Is this it? His journey over, has life played him a trick? For he never lived to reach his goals. But now his book has


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