The Thoughts of a Poor Man
These words I write could not explain
No could it hide my shame
Why does poverty have to bear my name
How I wish, I was born into the house of fame.
Maybe then I wont be so ashame
In Poverty there is no one, I can blame
How I try not for things to remain the same
They say, I should proclaim, I should aim
But they do not know my pain.
I do not want to claim
I hide away in shame
Yet they still choose to blame
All this aching has me shaking
Why can't they see, I am tired of always failing.
I am falling
God knows I am breaking
My heart is aching
Poverty has me shaking
I need something groundbreaking.
Anything to make me start believing
I need to believe things would be changing
God please do some ex-changing
Right now I can do with the hand of SAVING.
Copyright © Scarlette Howard | Year Posted 2018
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