Oh! that we could remain that way,
Remain that way
Like the day
We bore our hardships!
We worried heavy, but spoke light,
Never giving in to fright:
Unable in us to ignite
That fiery chaos so common with their plight.
Truly we could live without that care
Of "money, esteem, and status" affair
Which always gropes to ensnare.
Yet not us.
No, not us will it grab and drag
Below the scum and rag
That clothes our backs without lag,
As one who invariably assists the Hag.
Sure, we struggle and cry.
Still I ask you why,
"Why lay down, give up, and die?"
Though others have, not I!
We could starve and be cold
Living in our house of mold,
At young age grow old.
And again I ask, "Why not be bold?"
We haven't much food but we avoid sin,
Humbly accepting as the Kingdom calls in,
Us with tears in eyes as we begin
To make our journey to our final Home.
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