A Poor Man
Under the bridge lived a poor man,
He worked for 20 years,
He has childern and a wife,
He gave it all up for them.
He now begs not to die,
He wishes for the best of them,
Any penny he gets goes to them,
His body is found, He has been delivered.
His children mourn.
His wife mours.
He now lives in a city of gold,
His Worthiness let Him truly live.
Truly He knows His place.
He died in peace, in the arms of His Savior.
He will never be forgotten by those He cared most of.
