Poor Man's Tale

For the first time entered I into this place. Bright and beautiful, everywhere palace. Awe, shock, amazement took my face. Caught in wishful thoughts, I forgot the essays On the whys and analysis my family and I face. The baggage of problems being head I came to erase. Hustle closed where I was, trapped in dying days. Thereupon my mind pushed me to find ways In the city because of tales we hear when gathered at the fireplace. They say here is where the money is. Want strength and determination to cure my family diseases Poverty and illiteracy. Out I want them race. Hunger will kill them in 3 months because I watch like x- rays. "only come back when u make it", in my ear my wife's voice sways.