The First Sigh

see the poor rust
for unto they
time has become dust
a cry everyday
the sorrow and pain
yet timeless
i hath no gain
they remain thoughtless

a gap so far
brings me so near
thou i knew
thee i know not
do the rich see so blind
no,they wish us hind
still the poor lust
to stay in their minds

all seems
so black and grim'
this wretched wine
that looks so kind
has made me dine
not with a wall
but with the poor

a life's worth
not much a brick
a day's work
a wizards trick
skeletons of time
a life without a dime
i pray thee
if i die
burn me
let me have a sigh.