The sad truth about many lives
Especially the life I call my own,
Is that happiness can always be found
But, no matter the situation, is never received.
It doesn't matter how much I am given, I demand more,
Never reach the point of total happiness from what I'm given
Reaching the state that the poor and hungry beg for, but are without
Thus the vicious cycle of greed is formed,
In which, to the sadness of the world, there is no escape.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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