Mad some have gone, tears that are shed.
Sad for having none, missing who are death.
Bonds that are done, future that can’t be bet.Poor to buy a phone, being the regret’s pet.
In these four confusing lines I said my pains.
Every day and every season it always rains.
Though I stand, it makes me live in drains.
I have for all the time, all day tried to refrain.
It may be nothing to you in your brain,But for 20 years I have been in this sore train.