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A Poem about the falseness of HUMANITY It is about REAL caring for the NEEDY |
| THEY CARED There was this little old lady who hardly had any bread She Moved among friends who always said they cared They boasted, screamed and sang about this caring label But this old soul with tattered clothes saw little on her table Although her clothes were tattered and life showed she was battered The dear old soul who had no bread had things that really mattered And all her friends who said they cared knew little of her passions For this loving old lady with no label could boast of real compassion No schooling in her childhood days or parents who really bothered Grew up in her teenage years and with love was never smothered For this old lady with no wealthy status and no food upon her table Showed all her friends who said they cared that life is not a label Time has come and time has gone for the poor yet loving soul No fancy airs or beauty cares as she lived in her own little world Yet this little lady tattered and torn with little food upon her table Taught friends who said they cared life is more than just a label |