The delayed of millionaire

Get up from sound asleep and day dream

Stride the foot on carpet of the morning

Go carry hopples that delayed

Didn’t know which the noon which the night

Without sense tired, without sense surrender

For search basic necessities of life

To fight the hard of world

Black, thick, dark of sad

Those they felt

There aren’t great their name

All of them look affront

With the old and faded clothes

With full spirit

They are approach  every philanthropist

In the branching of road

~YuyunYuwanita (117931)~