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The Boy Child

In this cold night this boy could coil For the whole day he had to toil In the field of hard soil. His income was as little as his body oil And couldn't even afford water to boil. Down the streets goes the boy on his knees Trying to do something and earn what is his, Not one people had to embarrass him with a tease. But the boy had to find his success keys For he even dropped out of school cause of no fees. The boy, day and night had to hustle, And with all his might, against poverty, had to tussle, And even though he knew he had no muscle, His dream was to live in the biggest castle. Years passed and his hard work paid, In his mansion at sea, he has not one maid. He's the one who now offers aid To those who poverty have laid. But who knew this could be real? For after a long time, the boy is now heal. Those who looked down on him have a business deal With him and now even sits among them to have a meal.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 4/3/2020 4:03:00 AM
like your writing style.Will read more of your work during lockdown here in NZ. Regards David
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Date: 4/13/2018 2:24:00 PM
I like the story. Not bad. Keep writing.
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Date: 5/6/2014 6:22:00 AM
Congratulations on your poem being featured this week, Bester
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Date: 8/9/2013 5:56:00 AM
Climb on!
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Date: 3/4/2013 10:49:00 AM
Good work, balanced and well rhymed..welcome on board.
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