Yana boys on Water StreetA Poem by Rubein GeterminahInspirational, wittiness, Advisory
Yana boys on Water Street
Struggling against the Stockton's cold, Everyday your Christmas With those nickels and dimes In the hard hustle of Monrovia. Yana boys on Water Street I know it's your sweat And it's crystal 'no morsel for a lazy man' And no one gives you bed & woman But lo before you leap and be sure. Yana boys on Water Street The season neighs, the strongest & stoutest Has sufficient, but upon You will it be counted Your errands not on any watchman But if you resurrect and utilize chances Knowing where you came from And where you are going, from examples before you; When you develop three appendages, You will need no one to hold your lovehand. © 2017 Rubein GeterminahAuthor's Note
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