Blog about Art, Poetry and Prose

Blog about Art, Poetry and Prose

Thursday, June 28, 2018

MY STORY




My story is sad but true
Not the life of someone beautiful
I was born without a home
Became a man since I was four

Hawking daily on the hallow street
Tattered cloth and tattered shoes
The world left me with a broken dream
Said I do not stand a chance 

It is like no one loved me
Life never gave me the answer I seek
I did not choose to be here 
But I have to protect my interest

I do not expect you to understand 
But believed I can make it to the end
Never stopped walking 
Until I saw the stars smile

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2018

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