Lost - Poem by Vonda Overlie
The shoemakers daughter has no shoes.
The breadmakers daughter has no bread.
The architects daughter has no home.
The doctor's daughter has no health.
The preacher's daughter has no faith.
A lost and dying world... Help me to hang on!
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