In Time Of Need
Everything is old and rusting for me,
at this time of need,
the clocks have seamed to go backward,
falling apart at the seams,
worn out with in a need of repair,
wise but uncertain,
not destitute yet,
but I feel so close to the edge,
to fall off the cliff that they have made for me,
why in such time of hardship should I be in need,
work hard, well and honestly,
broken back, hands out, on bended knee,
why, oh why me.
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