Tired

Sleeping on the job
I'm tired
Lucky me
When I'm tired
I can rest 

But what of the rest
Hungry
Tired
Working just to eat enough just to not be hungry
Mother feed me
  and she has nothing left for herself
Will the rich forgive me
I was born this way>
  and on the first day I cried

By:  Roger Harkness


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