I'M JUST A POOR BOY

  No car do I own, socks' full of holes, day by day, 
  An hourly wage,

  I lie there In bed worrying about tomorrow, a bed 
  Of my own.

  No credit cards' or a bank account, my only money 
  In an aging wallet,

  A table of food always, dinner as a poor boy will 
  Gladly serve.

  Clothes on my back, shoes that take me to where 
  I survive,

  Blesses of many In a world of sorrow and strife.

  I'm just a poor boy with a smile and a tear, a 
  Wish  And a fear,

 What I lack In gold Is made up of treasure 
  Discovered  Every day.

  I'll take a trip somewhere from my mind, to a 
  Place  Of fantasy,

 A rich man can't find, where a poor boy can't 

 I'm just a poor boy with so much to give, I give to 

  I'm just a poor boy, what's a poor boy to do.

                         Keith Garrett 

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