Child of necessity,
Born on a blanket of hope,
To a mother who can barely cope,
And a father who roams the city;

With so much tears,
Mother gathers a few rags together,
Prays fate will find one better,
To love him all his years;

Tempered by harsh realities of life,
Scavenging on scrapes and bits,
Grows leathery skin to survive the streets,
Each sunrise and sunset a renewed strife.