The Misunderstood

He worked hard his whole life,
And wanted a good one, what will or be damned.
He picked himself up by the bootstraps,
And made himself a a self made man.
He had a racist vein but that's alright,
For the whole world loved him.
But the man writing this poem,
He said, "Worked on nothing,"
So I hugged him, and said,
"My friend, what will or what may
"I know I worked hard and fortune
"Has its ways... you worked hard
"But I see many who do,
"The world is full of failures
"Who worked hard just like you.
"But if you are right, I'll rise up from decay
"And people will read my words
"And my life will be made gay."