The best of them is the least of us
which class do you belong to?
accessibility has to do with it
your portion has to do with it
your honour has to do with it
who tell you life has no class
who are your friends?
your location is your class, check it out
your enticement is your class
where is your class?
is class forever or...?
And who are your class?
bless your class
Some do not need more than food
Some just a pat in the back
For few letters of recommendation
Many who need money has limitation
Only the greedy are not satisfied
Life has its own class
Every class has what to give
Only the miser give excuse
Give what you have
or how do you define life?
Life has no meaning without your help
Where do you help?
Everyone has what to give
Give what is in your hand
As death distribute your wealth without consent
Sometimes life has no meaning and
Sometimes is full of meaning
What meaning as she offers you?
Think it through, are you happy or sorrowful
Life has no apology for how she makes us feel
Only the tide that she brought that determines everything.
Are you hard on yourself?
Is it by power or might
Only a fool would think this way
When life favour you, you can ask for more
But in her otherwise you can call it quit
What is this life to you?
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