The Fruits Of His Labor

Listening to his monotonic base with empathy. As he expresses to me that he hasn't feasted In approximately a Week! & I hurt for him just as mother does Knowing That Her child Is starving. Tallahasee, majoring in Physical Therapy but currently There's No Physical Therapy Salary . He's come to this City To Escape Poverty. No job, No car & The boy That has said "Good Writtens" To Puberty Is Only 19! I Acknowledge his efforts & Salute him for pursuing his "American Dream!" The struggle isn't as lengthy as it appears & Within a few years He'll be at The Root Of His career! Not as in the Bottom, but just as a Gardener tends to Her Garden. The perfect position For the tree to begin sprouting. Depsite his current State, I await the day He Changes State & Evaporates. Elevates above the influence Into the air, Like multiple Invisible gases that aren't Visable with The Natural Eye But you Know They're there. It Is Now, That he shall be at the peak of his Tree. It Is Now, When he shall reap The Fruits of His Labor!