Consider being poor.
Not one of the homeless; a beggar,
Un-matching the rest of classmates
Their fathers much richer like pilot
Then I worked
My head up and proud
I worked in pharmacy to clean
Floor, wounds and to buy medicine
Soon after I learned
The injection, both IV and IM
Mohammad was richer, could
Afford language’s Lingaphone
I found me new way
I worked for magazine for teaching
A booklet for ten Rials; I picked up
Ten percent benefit, and I learnt for
Free
I’m proud
I’m thankful
Then parents
Taught me the
‘Working hard’
Don’t rely on others”
I climbed all the steps
I sold the step-by-step
I forgive my failures
My failure if happen
It was, is my efforts
To stay nice or kind
I tried
To be
Kind
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