Rising with the sun, only to sink beneath the weight of life, as the old man struggles to get out of bed he shuffles to make the coffee, then he clears his chair, puts on the classical music and sits down, to find the world is as dark and bleak as the day before, news filled with more horrors, cupboards are still bare, hunger fills the air, his body in pain, he wonders why o why I must I awake another day, for the world is full of demons and my life is hell, Monday morning starting off to its bleakest of opportunities, for no aid to be for this old man today, no relief nor respite will there be, and so many accompany him in his pain yet alone he will forever be.

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