Hard Times
He lived in a tough part of town,
tough and poor.
But the day they stole his limp,
a childhood injury keepsake,
that was the day he knew he was leaving.
He'd hidden his sense of humor well,
but what if they found out he had one of those?
Couldn't risk losing that!
Best just to go.
Copyright © Nick Pierce | Year Posted 2015
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