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by ely boy estoque Sep 7, 2007 category : Life, society / other
How many of you want to be poor Who among you wants to soar? Who among you do not afraid of a single roar? Nobody wants to live down the earth's core. Yes, I am a beggar! But I had been too far, Farther than no one ever was, For I had taste the life of anxiety and bias. I had been to thirst, I had been to hunger, I had been to tears, And most of all I had been to death! I had passed through fire, I had gone through rains, I had passed through mountains I had been through seas. I work in a damp, I live and sleep in a swamp And since birth, I still eat dirt. Yes I am poor But I am the richest in peoples praise Yes I am poor But I am the bravest of them all.
by ely boy estoque
This poem is nice. it makes us remember where we came from.