His name was Tony and he lived in the slums,
Worked at an Italian Deli with a lot of other bums.
He was orphaned but found a family,
Working at the local cat shelter just around the corner.
Tony was worth his weight in gold
And only the silence heard his good deeds told.
Tony could only watch and sigh
When crazy mad people flew by
Seeking riches and fame.
But Tony sought the finer things in life
Reformatting video games
For the orphanage around the bend.
And Tony’s gold heart
Continued to grow.