Bad times sad

Bad times sad


No soles upon my shoes, no socks upon my feet.
In search of warmth and food, i tread these lonely streets.

My clothes are all in tatters, i'm hungrey and alone.
My brothers and my sisters, wait for me at home.

Our mother she has left us, the drink has got our dad.
The happy house we all once knew, has now become so sad.

Below the line of dignity, where poverty is so rife
Is this what we are born too, this awful way of life.?

My father being a drunkard, his shame i cannot hide.
The oldest of six children, tis i that must provide.

The kids at school don't understand, they jeer and call me names.
I turn my head and walk away, i just can't bare the shame.

Why don't they try to help me, can't they see the pain i'm in.
Being poor and hungry, has never been a sin.

When i am grown into a man, a father i will be.
My wife and children will i'm sure, all be proud of me.

Socks upon my feet, soles upon my shoes, a smile not a frown.
The best a dad could ever be, i'll never let them down.



JAK KELLY