They are the lucky ones
Wealth handed to them, seemingly in tons
Why do they have multitudes
While I am left in the worst of moods?
I am somehow below them
I have not one gem
How could they have the audacity!
While I lack half the capacity!
I am left with nothing
While they are left hugging, jumping
I would say it to be touching
But yet I am still left fussing
They have everything I do not
They live happy, not giving a thought
That there are those like me
With nothing, alone and distraught
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The Seven Deadly Sins
PoetryI tried out poetry! I am not good at it at all but this idea was just so interesting to me! Hope you enjoy it!
