Living his life like a dream.
Waiting for his day of luck.
Searching the garbage for food.
Working the streets for a buck.
His face wears a permanent tear in his eye.
His smile is unsure, mixed with hope and pride.
Exhausted by living
a life full of torture.
Holds on to his talent,
and soon finds exposure.
A future so wealthy
it gives him a ride.
It changes his walk
he now learns to stride.
With fame and with fortune
held close to his side,
his confidence risen
no reason to hide.
He fights to accept what he has in him.
A void and unrest that keeps his heart dim.
A lesson he gathered
was obviously shown
as money is useful
but not for his throne
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
string by broadway
felt hat and coined
dinero
no mas
por desgracia
🙌