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As a child


When I was young I slept on concrete ground 

Due to the house holding 4 adults and 7 kids

Now I pursue never too

Youger me wanted to be like my father 

But as I aged his life style became a bother

When I was young dude I was told, ignorance is bliss

I never really understood 

Now I am older and wish I never did

But here I am working hard to create a better life

So that my children will never experience what I have 

As a child

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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