Its Pain
When you fail in something you learn,
When peopke enjoy you to be their furn,
When you lost your lovely father John.
Taking time but nothing you have done,
Comparing you in things which you can,
They store and you don'time ave another pen.
When they leave you sick at the rain,
They become beside you when you John,
Went at the cellebration while they have done.
Copyright © Husna Chikwela | Year Posted 2021
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