written on his face
the story of adversity
the trials he'd met
through his life's journey
nothing came on a silver salver
he did it tough
all his times were
rougher than rough
his boozing mother
sold her wares on the streets
she liked nothing better
than to be between the sheets
his daddy died in the winter
of nineteen fifty two
he had fallen victim
to an awful dose of flu
that boy had seen
so much sadness in his days
he struggled and battled
through those darkest of days
nothing was easy
it never was meant to be
his journey through life
was one of adversity
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
written on his face
the story of adversity
the trials he'd met
through his life's journey
nothing came on a silver salver
he did it tough
all his times were
rougher than rough
his boozing mother
sold her wares on the streets
she liked nothing better
than to be between the sheets
his daddy died in the winter
of nineteen fifty two
he had fallen victim
to an awful dose of flu
that boy had seen
so much sadness in his days
he struggled and battled
through those darkest of days
nothing was easy
it never was meant to be
his journey through life
was one of adversity
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