Poor black boy with nothing to offer
A poor black boy with a paper bag
Sad to say this was all he had
Soggy when wet, crinkled when dry
He held on to it, heaven knows why
It was his lung on dusty trails
When he had food, it was his pail
It was the parent to which he held
Never stopped falls but prevented a fail
He was one until two decided to tag
He opened the bag the share what he had
He reached, he found, he gave unto
What's good for one, never enough for two
His time, too little, attention, too short
He grazed the bottom, as a last resort
He gave himself, it was all he had
She returned it, and tore the bag
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