Gone are
the days
Days we
were young
Uncles
blessed us with coins
We would
spend in our own way
Beaming
with pride with our heads hung
With little
boys pleading to join
Never knew
the value
Spent like
we would die tonight
Feeling
famous and wealthy
Till our
cool money lost its value
And we
could only show our faces at night
In places
very unhealthy
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