Poor
will make you cry
Living
in the cold go hungry at night
The
days will be long running around
Scavenging
for food; crumbs or leftovers
Nobody
will look everyone will walk away
The
time of compassion hardly in the eyes
They
walk on hurrying for work or appointments
The
poor will hope a good sunshine
The
neighbours will try to help
Giving
alms or food to stop the growling noises
Living
poor it isn't by choice
It
is a bad decision gone wrong
It
is hard not to cry
The
good things in life
Watching
it by the windows display
The
smell of food and colours of drinks
Don't
talk about fashion
Nothing
will grace the body or soul
It
is all the rags or second or third hands
But
the family stays willed to make it better
Years
come and go
The
changes knock the doors
The
sunshine glows in the darkness
The
light finally sees through the day
Once
it has broken free
Don't
forget the time on the low
The
memories of those years
It
will not go away
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