A Cost of Living
Children are fast growing.
Always they have cloth throwing.
They have short length claim,
A shirt and trouser has blame.
Wardrobes are full and room,
Children always have big boom.
They love to wear only sports,
They never mind about the costs.
My friend bought only this logo,
They demand cry for yo-ho.
They never care who can afford,
They think our parents are lord.
Only a week goes in peace,
They cried again for fees,
A person is loaded he pays bill,
He fails to manage whatsoever has skill.
Every week he sits for count,
He fears he can’t climb a mount.
Cut, cut, cut, he needs cut,
He can’t control without shut.
He takes overtime for extra penny,
In long grey hairs he seems funny,
He is getting old and feels thick,
Children have grown up and he is sick.
He used his life to care everyone,
When he falls sick they come one-by-one.
He remembers his days and smiles,
He starts to think past opened files.
When I were a child,
My parents was so mild,
I cared for them, they cared for me,
One day will come when he feels free.
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