PROBLEM/ PAIN / PATIENCE


PROBLEM/ PAIN / PATIENCE 


At the edge of all patience, 
fed up with the pain of living, 
I stood before the open window. 
The rope on the fan waiting for me. 
I was sure 

I had the greatest problems in the world 
and none will understand my ache. 
What is love, bread, life, peace without 
that whiI don't have. 
Ah! My great problems were only great 
until I heard the neighbour and his wife arguing 
whether a rope to hang clothes 
was as important as bread for the hungry children, 
with the week's savings.

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