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To Live, to Teach, to Give


My life was never of extrordinary subtext 

I  was an average kid with below average grades 

who lived in city with no books for our schools 

or jobs for our workers.

I had no will nor urge to make my stamp on life 

through the motions I went  never seeking the wonders.

 I never understood the point. 

Why was I here? So I can grow up broke.

the older I got the more I was

My community faded filled with people

who just don't care and trying to make a buck.

In that I found my career

To tech the next generation how to better

To give each other without having to gain something back

To live in a better world of their own design

 

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