little people Date: Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 01:22:06 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: ark608 Look for a cent of freedom Another dime another dollar Looking for my own personal freedom Waiting for one more day All the little people Working their asses off for one more day Going home and finding nothing to do Nothing more to accomplish their work is through Sleeping the pains off Waking up with aches The suffering that pains them their lack of luck Losing it all taking the fall Believing in everything, there is nothing at all I’m sorry for explaining the pains in my heart The easy escape is a rush from the heart I empty my soul into your ears Bear with me these are joy tears This poem is Copyright © ark608 Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=49981