By October 31, 2019 No Comments

I see the struggle on his face.
I see him giving it all it takes.
With a smile, all his trouble, he conceals,
just ’cause it’s hard to describe how he feels.
He is desperately in need every blessed day,
with renewed hope every morning, that he’ll find a better way.
Used drugs as an escape, but emptiness came back as soon as it was gone,
only for him to be reminded of his dying son.
I hope he sees life has something better and overcome this defeat.
Poverty is a jail and some people never get out of it.


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