Pockets filled with stones
We sink in the same sad river
If at the end of a week of labor
You can’t afford to deliver
Ten percent to Church or charity,
Fifteen percent salted away,
Seventy-five percent remaining
To fashion yourself a happy life
Regardless of political persuading
There is nothing here for you.
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Author:
Jerry Reynolds (
Offline) - Published: October 10th, 2021 08:33
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments1
So very true Jerry.
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
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