I would have given up
but knew poverty wasn't pun; neither was it fun
Waking up at four
and working till I fall
My muscles are all sore
Want for change has pushed me to the core
I don't know how it feels to be born with a golden spoon; but I'll ask my children soon.
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Poems that consoles the soul
PoetryA soothing remedy for people having any forms of depression and individuals suffering from the pain of one-sided love.
