A Boy Without A Chance

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A Boy Without A Chance



The path behind the school, well-worn,

Lead to a home-made swing,

An old tire hung with plow-line spun

As laughter then would ring.



~o0o~





Each one of us would take a turn,

Before we left for home.

The last one always?  Billy Joe.

Poor kid.  Just skin and bone.



~o0o~



He never tried to hurry off.

He did not mind the wait.

He had no one to welcome him,

No care if he was late.



~o0o~



His mom had died when he was small.

A fever took her life.

His father then began to drink.

He missed his loving wife.



~o0o~



The drinking was the worst of it.

It made his father mean.

The more he drank the more he fought.

Their larder oft' was lean.



~o0o~



Poor Billy Joe, ashamed to tell,

Wore bruises no one saw.

Although a bright, quick-learner he

Just went to school by law.



~o0o~



My daddy brought him home one day,

Said he had hired his help,

And Billy Joe would work for him.

"Can't do it all myself!"



~o0o~



So we five girls and Momma too,

Accepted Billy Joe.

We left the men the heavy work,

As off to field they'd go.



~o0o~



Right from the start he ate with us,

And suppertime was changed.

That skinny boy could eat a cow,

He ate as though deranged.



~o0o~



He never spoke a word to us.

He labored quietly.

He'd ease about as though he craved,

Invisibility.



~o0o~



Back and forth from field to barn,

I'd watch him as he crept.

He'd carry wood and clean out stalls,

And sometimes there he slept.



~o0o~



Nobody knew that Billy Joe

Was working for us there.

But teacher noticed his clean clothes,

Now mended with much care.



~o0o~



I never saw my Momma sew

A single stitch or patch,

But I still knew 'twas by her hand,

Her sewing was not matched.



~o0o~



As months and years crawled slowly by

He flourished.  Muscles grew.

He used the money daddy paid

For coat and clothes, a few.



~o0o~



His grades improved with food and care.

He moved to top of class.

While Ruben Jones and his whole crew,

Were lucky if they passed.



~o0o~



Now Ruben was a bully-boy.

He liked to hit and pinch.

He'd push until no backing up,

And didn't give an inch.



~o0o~



He hated Billy Joe on sight,

The day he moved to town.

He laughed at him and said his dad

Was just a drunken clown.



~o0o~



Poor Billy Joe just took it all,

And did not give a sign,

That he had heard one single word,

As though he didn’t mind.



~o0o~



Those bullies taunted all of us.

The little ones were scared.

Then one day Ruben knocked me down,

How Billy's temper flared!



~o0o~



For weeks those boys had laughed at him,

And he had taken all,

But when he saw me hit the ground,

His fists became two balls.



~o0o~



In seconds time the bully boys

Lay bruised and bleeding there.

He took my hand and helped me up,

As everybody stared.



~o0o~



My Billy Joe!  He'd fought for me,

And told the students then,

"If these boys try to bother you,

Just come and tell me when."



~o0o~



That was the last of bullying,

That we all had to take,

And all because of Billy Joe.

He fought for all our sakes.



~o-o~



When winter came the farm would sleep,

Without much work to do.

So Billy Joe would not show up,

No chores enough for two.



~o0o~



One afternoon as we all walked

The field and woods to roam,

I sent the others down the path,

And followed Billy home.



~o0o~



I’ll not forget, ramshackled mess,

No chimney smoke to see,

I watched him from a hidden spot

Behind a cedar tree.



~o0o~



His father staggered from the door.

He cursed and hit his son.

I couldn’t watch the blows he gave,

Ran to our barn at once.



~o0o~



My Momma found me in the hay,

My tears already spent.

But when I told her what I’d seen,

We both broke down again.



~o0o~



The word spread through our little town

That Billy Joe was hurt.

I heard my parents talking late,

And saw his bloody shirt.



~o0o~



I never knew what Daddy did,

But next day Billy Joe,

Came back to work all black and blue,

Took supper boxed to go.



~o0o~



After several days at home,

Our hero came to school.

Nobody mentioned ought to him,

By our unspoken rule.



~o0o~



The seasons passed so quietly,

That time nigh slipped away.

Sometimes I'd feel his eyes on me,

Look up and smile his way.



~o0o~



No one learned what caused the fire

That burned his old house flat.

But Daddy fixed a cozy room,

Inside our barn out back.



~o0o~



The service for his dad was short,

But Billy cried the while.

A heart so battered, filled with love,

For a man who was so vile.



~o0o~



Long years have passed since we were kids.

The burned-out house is gone,

And in it's place a bungalow,

Stands made of wood and stone.



~o0o~



The flower beds are nestled close,

With roses row on row.

In spring I'll move inside that house.

I'll marry Billy Joe.



~o0o~



My Love will graduate in May

From University,

And then come back to his hometown.

Our doctor he will be.



~o0o~



The boy without a chance in life

Became our town's best friend.

The raggmuffin grew up straight,

A stong trustworthy man.



~o0o~



I think my Daddy said it best,

"Can't do it all myself."

Bad things will come to every life.

Just give a little help.



Music: Dust In The Wind

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Gira Mistry's picture

oh my goodness!! this was sucha great poem!! i loved it!! You are one talented person...take care, and keep writing!!
♥~Gira/Princessindia07♥

kenneth_ameigh's picture

Wonderful story Jess. It reads very well now....the breaks are just what the story needed. Well done. Ken

Blue Eyes's picture

WOW ! Jess this is an amazing piece of work !! I think you should be very proud of yourself, if only I could write something with this much insperation !!

I'm glad you asked me to read it, t'was a pleasure !!

I'll be back later to read more that I've missed lately :)

Take care girl!
-Sarah- xx

TREXPATTON's picture

Jessica, there is NOTHING I would take away or add to your beautifully imaginative piece! This reminded me of a song to be sung by Dolly or June Carter-Cash, the narrative, and a background of acoustic blue-grass continually carrying us and the singer along in our own mind's-circuits. Excellent! If you've been observing a dry-spell, then it SURE was worth it!! Teddy.


"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !