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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #1773210
A poor young man's poor luck
The young man was hungry,

The young man was innocent.

His clothes were very dirty,

His face showed his fear.

The decisions of his past,

Left him lost to all, a ghost.

He was alone in the world,

Not a penny to his name.

He was oh so trusting,

Maybe to a fault.

He wanted to see the love,

The kindness of Humankind.

So when asked for a favor,

He instantly accepted.

The young man took the bag,

No questions were asked.

When the police came,

The truth came out.

The bag was filled with money,

Dirty from the botched heist.

The young man will never be the same.

As the jail cell slammed,

And he was locked in,

The young man screamed,

"Why me?"



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