Every time, time after time,
I get to the same plight,
Not a word of appreciation,
Complain and just complain I find.
Is this the land of thanklessness
Maybe it is a pit as I find,
Only fingers pointing at me,
Pointing at consequences dire.
Tired yet not defeated,
Sinking yet sunk,
Praying to Lord Almighty,
From morn to dusk.
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