Loving Richness.

I am just a poor boy.
My life is filled with sadness and void of joy.
For me there is no breakfast lunch and dinner.
My young body by the day is getting thinner.
By day on my face i wear a smile.
At night i cry tears, real tears not tears of a crocodile.
For me life might as well be hell.
But for riches my soul i will not sell.
Everyday i hold my head high.
Knowing for sure someday i will visit the heavens up in the sky.
But for now i will carry on.
Knowing that a heavenly day for me will pleasantly dawn.