Child of chance, a blessed birth
Riches graced, handed the earth
Silver spoon, all needs to burn
The perfect start, an easy turn
Child of hope, always forgotten
Starving food, from deeds ill-gotten
Street smarts learnt, a violent play
His start corrupt, from the first day
Inner strength, grown with time
Two paths that cross, a perfect rhyme
Chance and hope, sitting in a bar
Their eyes now lock, dressed from afar
Handshake clean, level playing field
Stories shared, of what they’ve yield
Chances taken, success his way
Hope that shined, friendship to stay