Friday 1 May 2020

Everyday is the same,
The same faces,
With whom I play the same board game

Breakfast, lunch and then dinner,
Sometimes it’s sweet,
Sometimes it’s bitter.

I know we have it better than most,
That their suffering is much worse,
But I’m just really tired of eating toast.

If soon I don’t meet my friends,
I’ll rip my hair out,
Before this ends.

Other are being much stronger,
But I can’t take this,
Any longer!

Samaira Dewan
www.thechildrenspost.com

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