Once upon a time, there was a poor man, with nothing to call his own or to stand.
He lived his life in a world of poverty, with no hope of a future or prosperity.
But in his heart was a dream so grand.
To rise above the ashes and take a stand.
He worked hard and never gave in.
For he knew that, with effort, he could win.
Once upon a time there was a poor man,
Toiling hard, every day and night, with no plan.
His life was a struggle, his hopes were few,
But he never lost faith, and his spirit remained anew.
He dreamed of a life with no worries and no strife,
Where he could dine with his family and enjoy life.
One day, his dream came true, and he smiled with glee,
For he knew, that in the end, he was always meant to be free.
And thus he rose, to fame and wealth.
A story of triumph, a tale of stealth.
For the poor man had achieved his goal,
And conquered the world with a noble soul.
©kami
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