Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 21,795 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Poverty Is A Gift - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Father, poverty is a gift
Ask any bird taking a rain bath.
Son, don't make's me laugh
There's nothing but rain
Poverty isn't a gift
There's nothing but pain.
So son fastens your reigns
Ride for them riches today
Don't live by wage's daily
Paid only once monthly
Father poverty is a gift.
Son nothing is ever enough,
Just ask your mum.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 12, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 19, 2017

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