Help Others, Help Yourself
He toils in strife
To make a life
He sights first light
And works till night.
Always striving
Never achieving
Hard working bones
Pains are his gains.
A helping hand
From where you stand
Might be all it'll take
To break his yoke.
You know his fate
Ignores his state
Ignoring opportunity
To perpetuate your prosperity.
Copyright © Alozor Michael Ikechukwu | Year Posted 2013
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