I'M JUST A POOR BOY
No car do I own, socks' full of holes, day by day,
An hourly wage,
I lay 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
Clothes on my back, shoes that take me to where I
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
I'll take a trip somewhere from my mind, to a place of
A rich man can't find, where a poor boy can't buy.
I'm just a poor boy, with so much to give, I give to you,
I'm just a poor boy, what's a poor boy to do.
So long as, you have all the necesities of living that you need, then, you’re not, considered, poor, and, being poor, is, usually, by comparison with, others ‘, means of, life, and we shouldn’t, do that.
Such profound words and somewhat relatable. Great one!