Vivian Gloff Mollan
Like Pigs - Poem by Vivian Gloff Mollan
When we're well, God's under-sold
A helpful life we don't unfold.
We keep our noses to the ground
The search for money to be found.
Then illness deals a sudden smack—
Pigs only look up if on their backs.
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