To anyone who will listen, I say
Don't wait for the truth to come to you,
Go and find the truth.
I was born in the slums of town
And it was there that I lived.
My brother ran away when I was eleven,
And I went off five years later.
I lived on the streets and in the library
Before I was given jobs and found myself a place to live
In the rickety tenements for the poor like me.
I found my way through books, and through
Some good folks I was lucky to meet.
But good folks are too much to hope for
And I say you should get by on books alone
And listen to your heart, when it conflicts with your mind,
Because your heart always tells the truth.
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Submission Name: Patrick J. Robertson
