Born in poverty

I know someone so well,
Who was born in poverty;
In a little
Poor village,
And there, he lived;
His were poor parents;
Who hardly made
Both ends meet;
Often, he went
A begging to survive;
Lived a life
Of struggle and pain;
Hunger and starvation;
From hand to mouth;
A life of no hope;
Of total despair;
But skip 25 years,
And see him
Calling the shots;
Had a miracle happened?
Call it that if you like;
But it so often happens;
People leaving from mud
To ivory towers;
From villages
To cities;
Determination, the key;
Together with belief in self,
And faith in an Almighty God
Ever ready
To stand by those who
Put their trust in him.
Yes, to.leave from poverty
To prosperity
Is a reality of life.
You may be down today
And up tomorrow;
Nobody today,
And somebody tomorrow;
Weak today, powerful tomorrow.
Never dismiss anyone,
Or yourself
Because the future is bleak;
After rainfall and bad weather,
There is good weather;
The rainy season is always followed by.the dry;
When the sun overheats the grass, it becomes,
But the rain soon comes,
And new grass grows.
And so my poor village boy,
Nothing is lost;
You could end better
Than those born in ivory towers.

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