Those Who Have Nothing...
I hate that
when people need money,
I cant hold out my hand
and magically have a twenty...
Because I know how much they need it....
I wish that I
could put my change in that
"For the Orphans" box,
but know i cant...
Because I might need it later...
I blush when someone
asks where my lunch is at...
Because Im too proud
to answer back...
Truthfully...
I now have the understanding
of why people are greedy...
You take everything you can get
because you used to have nothing...
And that is the way reality is...
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