With this jug, I trudge along,
With gratefulness as my song,
It could be worse is my chorus,
As I search for water for my porridge,
Other kids have it worse than me,
They drown in social media and tv,
I trek across the Serengeti plains,
Run with Gazelle and dance in the rain,
I may be dirty with clothes tattered,
But my will to live is all that matters.
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PoetryA small boy from Africa sets out on his journey to find water for himself and his family.
