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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