Thursday, July 8, 2010

Empty hand

So many hopes and dreams swim around in my head,
I must accomplish them before I am dead.

Every day I look around and what I see just makes me frown.
All around me are upward spiraling prices, Everyone demanding pay rises.

I work hard every day aiming for the sky,
I hope that soon I will get my piece of pie.

Sometimes I wish things weren't moving so fast,
Back to the day when my money used to last.

At least there's still hope within my heart,
That I will one day earn my part.

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