I’m proud and delighted to receive the perfect poet award for the third time. I’d like to thank jingle for this award and for the efforts she has been investing in the organisation of the thursday poets’ rally : http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/04/16/you-are-perfect-poet-at-week-14-award-announcement/



He was a tiny smelly boy
kicked out of second grade
To become a shoeshiner by trade.
He never had a ball or a toy
he never played or felt joy .
His childhood was betrayed
his innocence slowly decayed.
After he left school
The brush became his tool.
Usually seated on a low stool
His hands covered with bruise
Deftly Polished people’s shoes
Brushing, buffing
Puffing for very few dimes
Not enough to survive the hard times.
Some customers were so cruel
Seeing his mouth in drool
Used to call him “the fool”
But he managed to keep his cool.
All his life he had to endure
A heart disease without cure .
The prospect looms obscure
So, Death was his lot for sure.
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I nominate Trisha for the award; she is so talented.
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