Days of Strife
They say that every day is a gift, That every day is a birth of something wonderful, Of promises and memories, Dreams and beauty, Heart and soul, But how do they know? Do they face the hardships of a tough life? No one has an easy life with the exception of millionaires, But even they are living on a fake reality of truth, Hope is so easy to believe in, If you are not poorer than the most poor, And not struggling to just get by in this life, Wondering what the next day might bring, Wondering if I will be able to feed myself, Much less have clean water to live on, Or basic health care, Those are the days that it feels life isn’t a gift, When every waking moment is filled with strife, And every moment you don’t know how much longer, That you can go on, And your strength is lost, And your hope is gone, They say that every day is a gift, But have they walked in those shoes, Of those that are part of the lowest class, Of all those that ...