I have no money in my pocket
See me separated from the world
I am insecure
Who is there to help?
Lift me up from misery
I am tired of this mediocrity
I want to fly
Give me wings, I beg.
God has been kind I concede
Let him be kind still
If I cannot get through today
Can I survive tomorrow?
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Very good poem Samuel. But, remember, money many times causes more problems than it can fix. The wings you ask for are not bought with money, they are earned... I have read much of your work here, I have faith in you... you'll get your wings. Sincerely, Mary