Boys In Rags Poem by ASIIMWE SIMON ROLANDS

When you and I were walking,
I mean a long Wilson street.
You might have glanced at them,
Them that you didn’t want in your proud eyes
Them in, you called rags
But in rags, hidden beauty!

When you and I were walking,
I mean a long Wilson street.
You might have glanced at them;
Looking for life in the bins,
Checking in all rubbished tins.
You might have thought them flies,
But when dark hours come,
You go earlier than those flies.