The Poor boy

The Poor boy

Raised in the willow, Hut leaky, wet with rot. The one of many, the have not’s. Cursed by the few, rich with stock and means. The poor boy, The one the wealthy one demeans. But wait, prosperous man, needs. The life of the poor boy. To protect his embezzled needs. Lie they will, waste our lives, and not their own. The Poor boy is there to meet their needs.