POORMAN’S STORIES

This town, this city
In which I’ve hidden with its secrets
The youth that time tried well to hide
Infected all with seeds of rage
To follow in fabled legend footsteps
Into the Poorman’s house of stories
To adorn another age
So many sad lost stories
So many to be told
With every street you enter
All that glitters should be gold
From rags to riches
The fairy tale
Come, come its urging call
In this town
This city you cannot fail
Along the way side
Luckless
A cast of many
But this story has grown old and stale
Turn back the clock
Life’s twists and turns are just the same
And Poorman’s stories are told again