So easy for us to run our mouth
Disregard him, call him a street tout
Nothing he ever does ever seem so good
So tell me, have you seen his childhood
For the lad, growing up was hard
All the good he ever had turned bad
The clearer he saw, the more dangerous he became
No one understood him, few knew his real name
The silver spoon rusted before he could eat from it
It tore his family apart, bit by bit
The most they had was little food on the table
So very impossible, life was not comfortable
How often he had to sneak out
How easy it got, lies out of his mouth
If your dad Wasn’t, his was a terror
His anger a burning flame, his discipline very thorough
He didn’t get the rare type of stepmother
He couldn’t compete with his nasty step brother
He knew his mum only through photographs taken
And when despised, always felt So forsaken
Through it all, he tried to be strong
Endured, even when everything is wrong
But the street gave him a home and lots of hope
He was young, and it was easy to cope
Maybe the cops misunderstood the situation
Fuel subsidy, the stand still of a great nation
One shot, he managed few steps and died
No home, No family and No guide
What he is today speaks for itself
No skeleton to hide, No medal in his shelf
If you feel he is worth you spoiling your mood
Then don’t judge him till you ve seen his childhood
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Whoa!
But for the misplaced capital letters…
This is really good. Really good!
Well done.
Really Good……….I enjoyed this sooo much and the way it ended. Classic!!!
Really Good……….I enjoyed this sooo much and the way it ended. Classic!!!
You did well with your rhymes, and your poem was simple.
Nice.
And the Love poet shows he can pen more than those lovey dovey lines..hehehe..
Bright this is cool, Love the tale it tells…Well done..
A few issues here and there like ‘Endured, even when everything is wrong’ which should have read ‘was wrong’ to flow with the past
tense used and also add some alliteration… Yes, the capital letters too…
Very little needed to edit this poem but Bright is up to task. Add some more polish, but whether you do that or not:
This is a nice one. Well done, S’
Great depth, lovely message, nice poem…
Well Done!!!
This is great… really, how many have thought that way… if only we understood him!
Damn!
This is awesome.
Respect.
Lovely poem!
My hart weeps for the lost childhood…and life
Nothing he EVER does EVER seem so good
Also felt there was a gap bw the descriptions and then death…or maybe I needed some more…
Respect man…..damn! ds is gud…..just a few misplaced capital letters.Well done
Beautiful stuff bright. Thankgod its not love this time. Lol. Very good poem.