Here comes the poor lad
Walking around with sands on his feet
Seeking shelter only to find meat
He switches the pot to open the wheat
Turning back slowly to look for a seat
Here comes the poor lad
Scared and whom none cared for
His condition seems hard and tor
Not seeing him beg will make you cor
Having all night on the cold hard floor
Here comes the poor lad
Turning eyes with the feelings of hope
Made himself a kite with that little rope
Looks so fused and could really cope
Running on the streets with a lifting lope
©niuel
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