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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