When you are old

When you are old,don't get sold.
This world will sell you like a gold.
What you gave them,
They will forget them.
They have demon inside
And their soul has died.
How you cared for them when they cried,
They will forget because they are slept in their pride.
How you make them a gem,
Now they don't know what you are to them.

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