Just a boy,
with a dream,
He works hard,
to succeed,
His own mother,
does not approve,
Yet, he works hard,
Looking forward,
to the day he moves,
"Have a good day",
He speaks,
Smiling all the while,
After these years,
Those old smiles,
Have finally gone miles,
Will he heal from the abuse and the sadness,
We wont see soon,
But after my short life's poem,
I hope you feel moved.