A square meal a day
A packed schedule
Squeezed into life
Gained what others lost
Worked, earned but did not share.
Kept looking up
Eager to climb
Pinnacle of success.
Never looked down.
Worked hard to make
World my own
Never to slip and fall,
To join the deprived once again.
Looked down only
To corner all that was theirs
For whom a square meal a day, was worth
More than the land they owned.
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