Discontent (Poor)
By May Kwek
Oh to be poor is a hard life
I for one know it is true
You have never had to worry
About your next meal have you?
What will I do
About next month’s rent?
If I can’t make it....
Can I borrow someone’s tent?
I wish I could provide a better place
For my children to live
With as many toys and books
As I in my heart would give
Cough, cough, oh dear
I cannot afford to be sick
If I get a sick leave
I might lose my job quick
Then what would we do?
The boss has yet to pay me
Tomorrow I must spare a few cents
To go trouble him for money
But for now let me sleep
For it is late and there I can be
Lost in oblivion
And say I am happy
Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek
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