If you are wealthy, you are loved and wanted. But if you are going through financial crisis, you are ignored by your dearones.
How terrible it is to feel unwanted?
I have no money, I’m not wealthy,
My pocket is empty.
Dear ones run away and avoid me,
Nobody wants me.

Isn’t this the time you stand by me?
When I’m broken and lonely.
No hands to help, no hearts to encourage,
Nobody wants me.

I wish you were there beside me,
To hold my hands and give me hope.
Not a word, not a pat,
Nobody wants me.
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