Coming to America (Part 2) Poetic StoryA Poem by L.G. KnightA young man comes to America with just a dollar... becomes homeless... and finally makes it big.I didn't know what to do just sat on down Avoiding dirty looks and nasty frowns But I didn't wait long she was very prompt So it wasn't to much that my bruised pride was stomped She took my hand, quite the surprise And I saw her joy to help in her eyes
We walked to the subway, Bought hot dogs for lunch, And chatted away while we waited and munched I told her not of how much I had, just waited to see what her intentions were I thought if she helped me, when I was more able I'd be sure to help her I had no idea when I sat with her that day What surprises and joys were headed our way
She took me to her apartment set me up on her couch But told me if I was to live there I couldn't be a slouch I never discussed with her my plans On how to make myself a better man Just dressed up in the same suit day after day As I went out and worked hard getting things underway
It was a lot easier to buy the store front that I thought The owner was just happy to finally see it bought I shopped for hours and days on end Buying tables, ovens and chairs in need of small mends I bought table cloths to cover up the signs of age Designed the menus myself, every word of every page My ambition was such that it only took a couple months When my restaraunt opened up for lunch © 2008 L.G. KnightAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 28, 2008 AuthorL.G. KnightHouston, TXAboutI am an International Bestselling Author of romance, but on here mainly publish poetry I write when the mood strikes. I started this account long before publishing my first book and am finding many th.. more..Writing
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