Brim mustn’t stay
It helps nobody at
all
It makes a person
feel addicted
Like a curse
unwilling to learn
The old will say
differently
They say they need
the money to live
If they don’t plan
while they were young
Whose fault it is
in the end?
The cruelty of life
Don’t think we will
stay young forever
The aging process
will kick in
The day we were
born to this world
We will suffer for
our own failures
Even if our
children kick us out of the house
Whose fault it is
if we face our demons?
It is our own doing
of our past history
No Brim mustn’t be
given as of right
We aren’t a welfare
nation
When we were young,
we better plan well
Don’t blame time
for not being kind to us
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