Life after poverty


You talk about the
Luxuries of your childhood,
I drank the dark-sweet
Poison of poverty,
But I'm still alive.
I'm living those amusements,
You've already experienced
And now, it's all boring to you.
You've painted the wall of your life,
Before it's white-washed,
And now it's fading away.
My walls were patched W
ith sorrow for years,
And look the color is so vibrant now.
You've bathe in the pool of wealth,
But you never cared
About the dirt on your flesh.
We grew up in the floor of mud,
And knows how to deal with the dirt.
You've reached the height
Beyond the clouds ,
But still got no God to see.
Look I'm standing on land ,
And the heaven has came down for me .

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