There was a boy
Who did not have a penny to his name
Pushed and shoved around
He had to fight to stand on the very ground
...
Sunlight streamed into my eyes
Out of the warm dwelling place- the womb
Into breath of the human lamb
A child.
...
Frankly, hope to fight or flee exists
To carry, ourselves, humanity~
...
On the corporate runway
Projects take-off
Tasks are ticked away
Deals land
...
A new beginning, bridges~
Morning crosses over you, never a mistake.
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The Lucky Penny
There was a boy
Who did not have a penny to his name
Pushed and shoved around
He had to fight to stand on the very ground
He walked on.
Yet he didn’t dream of bread and butter
He starved to achieve something better
Like a beacon, his eyes shone
His heart he wore, like a crest
And drummed his fingers to create
His very own beat
He reached in and found the lucky penny
That many others
Lose sight of, grappling, to emerge victorious in the human heats.
With this penny clenched in his soul
He could go further
Pole to pole.