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Sometimes I wish that my life had been handed to me on a plate
That all the wealth would reverberate
And all wealth would end up in my pockets.
Because this life I have lived i ground out
And ended up with nothing
Except lines of stress mapping my face
A furrowed brow that’s there each day
The sign of pain within my eyes extinguished the green verdant light.
I’ve worked all through my life
From the age of 16years
I’ve shed a lot of sweat and far to many tears
And what do I get for this, taken for granted and little respect.
But those people who treat me like this can’t look as it reflects
Themselves and their own lives they try to superimpose on me
Well I am not buying Into to those tricks
After everything I’ve seen.
But then I glance at my daughter’s and at my carefree loving son
And I realise despite this tough harsh life
That I looked for treasure and i found it there when I cradled them in my arms
My children are my wealth, my world and my precious charms.