Life is too short and sad,
For I’m so old and dried
No one even cares to what I had
After taking all of mine they've lost and hide.
My clear water running endlessly,
It turns to dark and with mushy mud
The air so refreshing turned smelly.
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No one has ever asked what I feel;
For I gave them all they need;
At the end they left me ill
Befriended me to fill their greed
I’m no one but such a useless river,
With no friend to talk and lean on.
Abundant and youthful I was before
Used to be the King of this forest in throne.
Now I ask Him everyday
Why I was left dying alone,
I’ve been a good friend in any way
No drop of water even in the stone.
“You are blessed by your purpose.” said by Him
“It is not you who is alone
But the man living without mean
At my side is where your Home”.
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