No money, few friends
He wanders around the streets,
and has no roof over his head
He mumbles to himself,
nobody wants to believe him.
Once he was the gentleman in town,
who tolerated everything.
But times have changed now.
He keeps on questioning himself: why?
Because when he had money, he had friends
They thought he was quite something.
But when he lost all and had nothing
He never saw a single soul.
He has nothing now to give away,
so are the people, is life.
He can't bond anymore.
But when he had money, he had friends.
It's sad but true, life is cruel.
So so true.
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