Arms outstretched
screaming to be heard
but nobody listens
to the man with no name
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Walking like cattle in a line hoping to go to the bull market for retirement. Nice poem. Thank you.
It seems not to matter which half of the heard were in front or back milking cows once our productive days are over well it's time to hurry up and die....iip
a bitter truth so clearly and so briefly presented! you represented them so aptly!