The Pauper, the Poet, and the Prince

The Pauper:
Once upon a time there was a pauper,
Who was born with nada,
Yet he still never toppled.
He came from the gutter,
And everyone he met, was his judger.
They looked down on him,
Til he was hooked up with some friends.
And they taught him to cultivate,
His talent to create. And he did.

The Poet:
The poet in him grew,
As people learned his name.
But only a select few,
Helped him achieve fame.
And he thanks them for everything they gave,
But especially for helping him resist the urge to cave.
They told him, "Push harder, get stronger, know better!"
And he did, and his heart only became redder.
And now everyone looks up to him,
And only the jealous frown on him,
But he still doesn't look down on them.

The Prince:
Now our hero has riches,
And he gives others wishes.
Because he knows how it feels,
To be real,
But perceived as fake.
And now his model, his make,
Is so noble,
I guess nobody saw it before though.
Now HE is the one on top.
Now HE will refuse to stop.
Now HE helps with the poor,
Now HE can benefit the world.
So always remember, That the people who are most distanced,
Say paupers never prosper, In the Land of Princes.

Copyright-K.O.I.(originally written for the "Past. Present. Future." competition)