Poor Children
We are the salt of the earth,
But we're treated like scum.
We don't have wealth,
But we have enough heart to get some.
We often don't get what we want.
When we do, we often flaunt.
Because for so long fortune was a ghost,
It did haunt us with stuff that we did want.
We are poor now, children
But rich in the gifts that God created us with
And won't live without numerous coins for very long
So work hard, keep your eye on the prize,
Fake it before you make it,
And be strong.
written on 9-9-04
while still a college student(student teacher)@ ULM
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