I got nothing to say,
to my life creator
Always asking to pay,
like he was my motor
From the time of my birth,
till the time I have lately
I couldn’t gain any wealth,
and I suffered so badly
Every time I went for food,
I hear words of acrimony
That says don’t be so good,
you little man of simony
My life became folly,
I couldn’t find a fond
That can make me jolly,
or be my living pond
I was not accepting to live more
I just wanted my life to die
Coz there was no time left to adore
I made my last word to be good bye
Living a life like that in this world
Makes me wonder if I can’t voice
Or even repeat what I been told
That i Live a life with no choice.
©nahig
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