A Turning Gear
Would you mind to stop my care?
What did I wrong, I having this hear?
What would you remind me I amn’t innocent?
Your sympathetic mind why melts for my tear.
If do you think my poverty is cursing you,
Try to leave me alone why do you feel fear?
I were born alone and I shall die alone,
My fight is a waste of time for my shire.
Nothing is strange and wonderful it awares me,
You are special for me you have a sphere.
Naturally, an ego is a clash for personalities,
Everyone is dreaming he needs a top chair.
They never imagine a flower grows not direct,
A seed grows for leaves, branches and a spire.
I am poor that’s my natural crisis, nature can serve,
I afraid only understanding is my turning gear.
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