Unmoved Poem by Daniel Omaya
Unmoved
When they call me mad man
With almost a cloth none,
When they call me a poor wretch
Who can not but my life sketch;
When they call me a starved rascal
Yet death's far from starvation's call,
When they call me confused
Yet them I see lost in a fuse;
I am neither worried
Nor by their words carried,
For even when life is hard
I know the Lord is my Shepherd.
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