Confessions Of A Poor Boy Poem by Sanj13 inluv

I see little boys and little girls
Bags in hand and hair in curls
Walk across the summer street
Complain of the scorching heat

While I load heavy bales of hay
And wonder if there'll be a day
For me to join them on their way
And be a great man someday

'cause I have this deep desire
To aim for something higher
Go ahead and call me a liar
But I'm speaking the truth, sire!

I know that my hair smells bad
Because of the baths I never had
But trust me I am not a cad
I just want to study so bad

I am tired of depending upon fate
So I put it out to you straight
I am tired of being the bait
This mighty world is full of hate

You see I may not own riches
And I might have many glitches
But I'd love to go to school
And not be called a stupid fool

Learning makes me touch the sky
It makes me ask questions why
I want to reach heights so high
To darkness this is my goodbye!