My Pain My Gain
my pain my gain
i anticipate my expectations
cos i don't worry when i fail
i cut my shoe
according to my size
cos i know my worth
and realise my limits
i don't believe i can
always get all i need
but am sure i can always
fight for my survival
life could be the best
for the man born with
a silver spoon
but am happy he can't
wear my shoes
Copyright © Richard Nnoli | Year Posted 2017
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