Red in the Ledger
A poem on how some people take undue advantage of others' kindness
A poem on how some people take undue advantage of others' kindness
What dutiful daughters might go through...
Just a poem on how some people will act friendly but not even give you the bare minimum.
Sweat it out, sweat it out,That’s the price they’ll say,Of the comforts we enjoy,SweatSweatSweat!Labour till your feet drop,Work till your heart stops,And then don’t sit and thinkOr breathe for a winkThe air is posion, the rain acid,So find joy in…
Some people are takers...some people are givers.