My Life Is So Hard Poem by Asif Andalib
My Life Is So Hard
You are an arrow and I am a bird
God shot the arrow right into my heart!
Now I am wounded but you are a quack doctor
So you can’t give me the treatment that I look for.
Now money is the most important factor
But I am poor can’t afford a good doctor.
Still I bleed and it seems I will run out of blood
But there’s no one to help me my life is so hard.
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8/29/2026 9:20:10 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Nice poem, good use of language