But when you are poor and in need
It’s time to realize that few will heed-
For when you cry for a hand to hold
You’ll find, instead, a shoulder, cold
So wake up to this sad but true fact
And deal it with the utmost tact
For you may cry, and you may moan
But you’ll have to rely on self alone
- Author: safina (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 11th, 2023 00:56
- Category: Unclassified
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