With holes in his shoes and holes in his socks
He has his degrees from the college of hard knocks
Unshaven with long uncombed hair he wears shabby clothes
One cannot say of him that he scents like a rose
Down on his luck without a home to l,ive in
He is not one of those who was born to win
The hard side of life he only has seen
He was a street kid when he was sixteen
As a boy one abused by his mum and his dad
Yet a nice enough person in him nothing bad
In his early twenties luck not on his side
Of the poor suburb one of the unemployable unemployed
For to know of success never did have the chance
He is a victim of bad circumstance.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
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