Sweet Tomorrow Poem by victor onyango

Every morning he woke up
Through the muddy waters he waded to school
His feet and shoes were never friends
His body blended well in tattered clothes
You shunned him as a plague...
All these early days made trends.
You laughed at his state till you cried
But he smiled then laughed
His spirit was alive
And inside a great unbridled enthusiasm
For he believed in destiny-the sweet tomorrow
Fate had a different story
Today he walks shoulder high
If he had wings i believe he could fly
You cant hold guilt
You cant afford that laughter
You feel ashamed-you just cant face him.
You learnt your lesson