The cost of living placed a price on my destiny
The root of evil, laughs at my misery
A poor man that’s how they label me
Therefore i know they will never envy me
When it rains it pours to quench
A poor man’s thirst
Life or death, whichever comes first.
But still i knock on heavens door
because the stars don’t grant wishes no more
These men walk passed me,
With their pockets obese
Oh how i wish i could join the feast
Instead I clenched my fists
Angry at the world
For feeding me the scraps, i don’t deserve
But it’s alright, I will do what I can
I will die poor,buried in the sand
But one thing i know,
The soil is always richer than man
THE POETIC SAGE 
My friend LG loved this poem so I decided it would be the first
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I got chills reading your poems. They are so deep! Love them all. They made me smile…They made me cry. I used to write too. Started in the 5th grade and kept on till I became a young adult. I am not so young anymore. I haven’t written anything ‘deep’ like that in years; however, I compose for the young ones I teach, and nurture their skills, and encourage their expression. You have a gift in more ways than one. Not only is your writing ‘deep’ but it is a freedom..an escape…that the Lord has blessed you with to be “You” and to touch…and even save others. Keep writing son. Blessings. Can’t wait to read that book you will one day publish.
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Thanks aunty..I will stay positive..I’m overwhelmed
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