Treasure Island

Lawrence CH Hiun


Born Poor or Born Rich


If you born poor,
It’s not your fault,
Don’t blame your parents.

If you born rich,
Thank you for your parents
Thank you God for that.

But if you don’t
Do something about it,
Do anything about it,

It is the biggest sin
In your life.

Submitted: Saturday, February 04, 2012
Edited: Saturday, February 04, 2012

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  • Kevin Patrick (5/13/2012 8:09:00 PM)

    Its in every person to rise above their position the best way they can and to attain the things that they want through persistence, instead of blame once past one should live in the present to make the future better. A great work. (Report) Reply

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