No Help
It does not help, not in the least
To eat the crumb, fell from your feast
And if I were to glance behind
I daresay you would have mine
Thank you, for your words are kind
But please don't think me dumb or blind
Little give, much receive
This is your way, your life, your deed
Copyright © Paloma Walker | Year Posted 2011
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