These legs is killing me,
But my heart says its bound to be
when work has become responsibility
when surviving depends much on money.
These thighs are aching,
less playing,slowly its fading
working so I’m saving
in the future might need a wedding ring.
Every penny saved is a penny earned.
Financial freedom is what i yearn,
I wish to take care of my self when I’m old,
Don’t wish to trouble when the night gets cold.
Able to pay for medicines, when i turned grandpa
Don’t you wish the same for your wife when she turned grandma?
Hold on to the thoughts, and make time now
so that in the future, difficult i would  definitely understand how.
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