Lost and Found
Selfish people are all around,
Never doing a good deed.
Quickly they are drowned
By their own lives and greed.
The most precious thing wasted,
A relationship with their own flesh and blood.
Too hard to keep so they skated
Away from their stud.
Ending up in a pool of sorrow at the end,
Not realizing what they have lost.
Having to do anything in order to mend
At whatever cost.
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