Poor Boy

Poor Boy

I hold my head in shame
But there isn't anyone to blame
I walk the streets night, and day
Hoping someone will share their pay
But most people turn away
I always wanted to start at the top
I never wanted a job using a mop
I sure wished I would have listened to my pop
He always told me plain
Poor boy, you are always going to end up doing the same
But, I did my own thing
And that's how I earned my name

Author: Neet
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