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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