By Arlene Nayak
As he sits drinking wine
And living his glorious life
Of splendor and the best of times
He knows not what they sacrificed.
He knows not the sleepless nights
He knows not what they did for him
He knows not the sorrowful times,
They went through to make him smile.
He knows not the wishes they made
The promises that they were forced to break
He knows not the crying of their soul
He knows not of their endless toil.
He knows not the money lost
He knows not of their undying love
He knows not the empty stomachs
He knows not their life of havoc.
And as he sits drinking wine
And living his glorious life
Of splendor and the best of times
He learns what they sacrificed.
He knows about their aching souls
He knows about the endless toil
He wishes he could ease their pain
But their lives had flown away.
By Arlene Nayak
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