This world I live in
Not for me to call my home
My benevolence
Not even cherished, no love
This world I live in, not fair
This world I live in
Not for me to call my home
My benevolence
Not even cherished, no love
This world I live in, not fair
It’s not like that. Were born for live that for live. Don’t hope for another. Then, everything perfect.
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Actually this poem is for people who find their kindness not to be appreciated
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I understand.. thank you.
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Lovely special words, worthy of appreciation 🌹
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Thank you for your time sir and your lovely comment
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Thanks granny 😊☺
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You’re welcome sweet one 😘
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Short and powerful.. Been awhile glad to see you posting again. Looking forward to the next one.
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Thank you Ambrose, your words are kind
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“Not fair”. Your are right life and much that is in it is not “fair”. I am older and I have come to accept that. I’ve let it go. I do not see the point in expending energy on it in the time I have ahead of me. I want to enjoy life and not lament the lack of fairness. Having said that I did enjoy and relate to your poem. Thank you.
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Thank you for your kind words
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Wise words.
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Thank you sir
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You’re welcome.
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Hmm, the world is not fair oo
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Thought-provoking piece, Ken. Thank you for following BrewNSpew.
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Thank you
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You’re welcome
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Beautiful
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Thank you
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