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I do so much,
So I crave quite as much.
Sadly, I get so little,
Time passes and leaves me so brittle.
This isn’t fair,
Life without its true pair.
I feel lost and so alone,
I could get no wearier in the bone.
No peace, my sleep has brought,
My dreams are cold and violence wrought.
The source of my peace and joy,
Time has come to destroy.
Dismay has left me lazy,
As I cry out along the banks of the river Zambezi.
The harsh Sun overhead, laughs and gloats,
The Moon, she conceals my pain but still I’m smote.
Mine is a sad tale of despair,
A spirit scorned and broken beyond repair.
I’ll tell you of a near success,
Which time let me no access.
Nature remains a bitch with a mean quota,
My bleeding heart gasps through the aorta.
I work as hard as I crave,
I should get more than the peace of a cold grave.