Can I afford to Care?

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How easy life would be,
could be,
should be,
If I made in my life
what they make in a day?

I am busy,
balancing bills, 
managing pills,
it all gets in the way
of just getting to live.

Getting to thrive
feels like a privilege when it should be a right,
a reward for being responsible,
for contributing.

I am not angry with them.
I feel no hatred for the people they are,
I am envious of the people they get to be. 

I could work five times as hard,
breaking bones,
shattering stones,
and would never be like them.

I just can’t decide how I’m feeling,
resentful,
sympathetic,
or something in between

Can I still afford to care?

Annonymous

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