Savor these hard times,
Cherish every drop,
For one day they'll be
far past and behind.
Joy is warm and sweet,
Anger burns the tongue,
Sadness makes its case,
Dressed in smoky char.
Let the others eat
portions meant for kings;
I am far too well
With the bits I find.
May 16, 2022
May 16, 2022 at 1:09 PM UTC
Savor these hard times,
Cherish every drop,
For one day they'll be
far past and behind.
Joy is warm and sweet,
Anger burns the tongue,
Sadness makes its case,
Dressed in smoky char.
Let the others eat
portions meant for kings;
I am far too well
With the bits I find.
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