Don't talk to me of your life's uphill battle
For life's struggles I ought to know about
'Twas want and need that forced me from the north lands
And I'm no better off here in the south.
Don't talk to me of your sad lack of money
Since all I can offer you is sympathy
But remember there are many millions like you
Who live quite close to or in poverty.
Don't talk to me about your hard luck stories
Since I know that life has been so hard on you
But having said that you ought to remember
That others have their hard luck stories too.
Don't talk to me of your low social status
Of how the well to do on you because of your address look down
Remember you are not the only person
Who has been born on the wrong side of the town.
Don't talk to me about your sad existence
I can't help you though you seem poorer than I
And remember there are millions worse off than you
And by life they too have been hard done by.
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