Habituated to the common role Of getting by in a world of fools, Working hard to reach an unknown goal All one's energy cannot find the tools, Earn pay enough to even feed one's kin, The credit card with soaring interest rates, The financial debt that keeps flowing in And nothing in the vital nature sates. Then children come and debt rises up Like drinking water from an empty cup.
Poems Undated (1727)
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