his secret word
he couldn’t keep his word
it flew around like a bird
promises, money, and friends
were to him beating wings
and I really liked this guy
but he wasn’t a child I couldn’t try
to convince him to act
with the decency
he expected of me
so I hope one day he will learn
but I really don’t have the time
to do more than write this poem
as the world’s demands are endless
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