What can I do?
The world is in such turmoilA real mucking fuddle
"Friends" stab eachother in the back
For what I say, to get ahead surely not
Shadows of disease loom about
Man in his tragic way steals from self
I have no money to donate to causes
Barely have enough to feed myself
I was broken when but a teen
Now they say I am disabled
I am 46 years old sad, alone, reaching
Reaching for something to keep me from drowning,
What can I do?
The polwers that be stole the life of my wife,
Now they try to take mine
I was only married for 3 years
Some have told me 3 years too long
They know not of the true meaning of love.
I wept as the lifeless shell of my wife lay near.
My heart always sheds silent tears
What can I do?
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