She’s running out of
Reasons to keep on trying;
To keep going on…
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
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Even if the Front
Door is locked, someone can still
Sneak through the Back Door.
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
The boat is rocking
As the cold waves of life come
Crashing down on him.
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
I think of precious
Time I poured into thankless
Endeavors and weep.
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
No matter how hard
They tried to take what was his
They left with nothing.
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
I now see clearly
How all those years “existing”
Have left me nothing.
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
It’s real easy to
Judge a Book by its cover
Yet, should we do that?
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Just because she can’t
Keep up with the rising costs
She’s been penalized.
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Where should they all go
When they no longer have a
Place they can call home?
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
His youth slipped away
So, now he’s yearning for the
Way things used to be…
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
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