I have always wanted to reach out to the
In a wig and seldomly saying 'my lord'
I am being reminded not to want more
than I can afford
So as not to nurture a Bottom 'line discord
I have always craved for a chamber, not
because of the pride,
But to placate the feebles for the tears they
I birth flairs to defend people that are
But now, I fear for me and those on my
I fear that I might let them down soon,
Not because I want to but for lackin a silver
My morale quivers but I still cry for the
Unlike when I made a din, Now I croon.
© Anfofun Hillary