WORTHWHILE
Homeless like a bird
Nothing like a bed
Everything is color red
Just see what you can get
In the name of daily bread
Poverty and hunger we dread
Hustle day, the sour bread
Taken raw, only the bread
The taste is softer
Not necessarily sweeter
With a true indefinite finite link
That always end
The name friend
Here, true one
Glory glory
Shine shine
That in the end
The bustle and jostle
In quantity and quality
That was given to life
Would seem exactly
What it wanted
Then, things are right
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
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