Jo Ann Burton
The Fire Within
He was born a gentleman;
And with quiet dignity his legacy he bore-
But no one could have guessed his heritage
Because of the filthy rags he wore.
His matted hair was infested with lice.
On his face a scraggly beard had grown.
Rags had taken the place of shoes on his feet.
Gone was the fine attire he'd worn at home.
He could no longer be called handsome