Poem On Poor Boy Who Struggling In Her Life

A poor boy he was, with dreams so big,

Living life, with so many trials and dig,

Struggling every day, just to survive,

With a heart so pure, he strived.

His clothes were tattered, his shoes were worn,

Yet his spirit was strong, and his hope was born,

He worked hard each day, under the scorching sun,

Determined to rise, like a phoenix from the ashes.

He dreamed of a life, filled with comfort and ease,

Where he could live freely, with love and peace,

But reality was harsh, and life was tough,

Making him wonder, if his dreams were enough.

Yet he didn't give up, he kept pushing on,

His spirit unbroken, his will so strong,

For he knew deep down, he was meant for more,

And that someday, his struggles would be no more.

So here's to the boy, who never gave in,

May his dreams come true, and his struggles win,

For he is a reminder, that with hope and grace,

We can overcome anything, and find a better place.