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You trust in the world;
you give it your hand
You serve, all your days;
you think of the wellbeing of others
You allow your needs to be second
and the comforts of others to be primary
And then the world abandons you;
the time comes when it turns you out
It shows you the cold open,
generous space
that features the hard stone bench
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You never trust the world:
There is not one more important than you
Bitterness teaches you
what the world concealed
But today, now
pragmatism must prevail:
You must seek what can feed you
for the while at least
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