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.
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