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A Poor man's view

As the rich man’s car 
went one day speedily by,
A poor man’s face soon 
became covered with dust.
So, He stopped, looked, sat, 
and bitterly began to cry.
Then, determined, he rose 
ready to part from his rust.
He walked, walked and walked 
asking people why,
No answer came to him 
from them but looks of distrust.

“Never mind” said the poor man 
“I will rise so high."
“It is all right” 
added the poor man 
“ I am nobody to trust."
Life came to go on 
and the poor man was awfully shy.
He thought that it would work 
without any must.
He believed that it would go 
without any try.

Chokri Omri

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