A SONG OF OLD MEN

I am struggling to survive
No work
Nothing on the table
No  education
Results in darkness

If was educated
My parents tried
But I fed up
Then my parents gave up on me
Today I am nothing
Who must be blamed

Today I am crying
Furrows of tears on my face
No food to eat
But only water to drink and sleep
I never thought of this drought
Today I am crying
and I am still crying for my waisted time.