Life of a Poor Man

by Fathima aged 13

I sit by the road
But I am always being ignored.
I always ask for something
But I get nothing.

Will this slum never change
Before I die?
Will I get a chance
To see my chidren,
With a better future?

I feel so dull,
I see the birds
Who fly away,
I see small girls
Who go to school.

My home is so smelly
And so unclean
And full of dust,
Everything is rotten and rusty.

I have nothing to eat,
Nothing new to wear,
And nowhere to go.

When will my life change
Into a luxurious life?
But living as a poor man is better,
For if I am rich
I shall be greedy for more and more,
and shall never be satisfied

Every man shall not be satisfied for ever,
For life is not a bed of roses
But of thorns!

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