My Name
Tick f^cking tock another year lost
theres no way to make this stop
an empty life and a bank account
to show for forty years of work
those you loved live no more
just memorys to be cherished
in there place just dried up tears
and anxiety and depression
to be born into riches
is worth its wait in gold
and into poverty
a price to many pay
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Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2019
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