From Rags to Riches

There was an old man,
who lived in a shack,
along the railroad track.
All day long, he carried
cans in a tote on his back.

His roof was made of straw.
His wife was seven feet tall.
Ten children, they had in all.
Their old outhouse was so
dilapidated,
it’s about to fall.

They were so poor...
that a mouse wouldn’t
dart through their door.

They lived near the river bank,
and their dinky boat sprang a
leak and sank.

They ate corn bread
and beans for breakfast,
dinner and supper too.

I’m sorry, but
that’s the very
best they could do.

But all that’s goin’to
change as soon as…
He wins
that there…
lottery game.

Jackie R. Kays
copyright…2002

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