Hungry Eyes
Im begging
By the roadside
Wrinkles of aging
A plastic mug
And my cloth the rag
I got no hug
I goes dry for hours
And thirst for shows
Hungry for shoes
Busy eyes
Cant see my tears
Business cant give their shares
I curse the womb
Lament the tomb
Which makes me sob
Of course its tomorrow
My new day from narrow
And the last station of my arrow
I feel sorry for the world
For i was born to the cold
I will disturb to the old!
Its _dafina
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