His mother wove
A fine silken robe
For the king of dreams
A gift of god, a miracle child, a hope for all
He heard a call
Remembered his job
Ran to his tome
Learn it all
His Brothers were jealous
Of all he done
A bump
And a fall
To his fate, he would come
A slave, a prisoner, the pharaoh ́s man
A wealthy guy
Saved the land
His brothers returned
A plea for help
Rage boiled out
̈Thief get out, let the boy go ̈
̈Can you let your pain go, the pain from ago ̈
¨I have, long ago ̈
YOU ARE READING
Joseph King of Dreams poem
PoetryI made a poem for a contest. I didn't win but thought y'all might like it. Sorry if I got anything wrong.
