It’s still in me, to be direct,
To speak my mind, without a dime,
To curse the world, because am old,
I’m tired of pain, there is no gain.
I work each day, for less it seems,
To feed the best, I get no rest,
My soul is strong, my body weak,
I need a million, I’ll settle for peace.
I drive each day, a mile or two,
It cost a lot, to me not you,
The work is hard, the hours long,
A must to live, the bills won’t cease.
I see no joy, the wage the same,
For three long years, my mortgage the same,
I need your help, sweet grace my friend,
I am alone, it feel the same.
By Julius Fa