The Poor Boy

Growing up, there wasn’t a lot of luxury–

Reheated TV dinners for lunch and breakfast–

Hand-me-down socks and shoes and skivvies

We’d go to everything free and have the grandest time

Enjoying the fact we didn’t have to dish out a dime

It wasn’t til she came along that I knew all along we’d been poor

Sleeping in cars in the cold and rain had been an adventure in the time before

But the day I told her I loved her and she looked at me like I was confused–

Neither a dignified man or at all refined–

Just something that had blown in or gotten stuck to the bottom of her expensive shoes

Not good enough was what she’d told me

Now I spend my days wondering what I have to do to get a girl like that to hold me




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