The Hustler

The Hustler

Life never gave him a chance

But he took the chance when he had the chance

And rarely did he have a chance

The bridge he travelled was narrow

So narrow a little tilt could lead to a fall

And many times he did fall

Travelled in search of greener pastures

Worked the streets to keep body and soul together

The perils of his sojourns are told from sunrise to moonlight.

To the eyes he looked like a beaten, burnt-over, rugged old man

But his spirit is that of a lion

Look at him- life did not give him a chance

But he took his chance when he had the chance.#

And rarely did he have a chance

My heart beats for the Hustler