Ali Chapman


Selfishness - Poem by Ali Chapman

Woe to me, woe to me
The moaners of the world cry
Woe to me, woe to me
How I feel like I could die

But do they ever stop and think
Of others but themselves
Do they ever stop and think
Of those all by themselves

Do they ever think of him
That little orphan boy
Do they ever think of him
Without even one toy

Do they ever think of her
The mother whose child is gone
Do they ever think of her
Who cries the whole night long

Do they ever think of those
Dying and in pain
Do they ever think of those
The sick, the ill, the lame

Woe to me, woe to me
The moaners of the world cry
Woe to me, woe to me
How I feel like I could die

But do they ever stop and think
Of others but themselves
Do they ever stop and think
Of those all by themselves


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 23, 2009



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