Hey!! Another poem from me.

Baby Boy Was A Rolling Stone

Baby boy was a rolling stone
He wasn't raised in a stable home
After he thought it was all good
Up out and moved to another neighborhood
What plant can grow uprooted from pot to pot
Shoved and booted and moved from spot to spot
Still so young and not much on the clock
Not to old and already been through allot
Is this my fault is what he thought
Most of his life this is what he got
Now grown and is a man
So many things he don't quite understand
An interesting course this course has ran
But he just tries the best he can