Billy Pauper - Poem by Alexander Onoja
Some where in the middle Belt,
lived little Billy pauper.
Born without a silver spoon,
just one made from rusted copper.
Holding a grudge with the man on the moon,
unable to express the anger he felt.
He abandoned all fears and regrets,
and followed his studies.
Amid the scorching sun he followed,
amid nobility's cursing crowd.
All the insults thrown, he swallowed,
still feeling very proud.
He fell in love with the mat he slept on,
that drew fine lines on his back.
Amid the stumblings, he carried on,
along a blind and fearful track.
Ignoring the empty stomach he carried,
ignoring the rumpled cloths he wore.
Ignoring life's drizzling burdens he carried,
'i will not die a pauper' he swore.
Comments about Billy Pauper by Alexander Onoja
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You