This Poem Is for those who feel disvalued and dispensable to Society and Employers
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There comes a time in all of our lives when reality becomes unbearable. Would anyone notice, would anyone care if one day if I wasn't around besides one person my husband.
Anything can happen a bus accident, fate, anything. All of us, don't realise how a human life is valued. I used to think, the same way I had taken advantage of so much. Never truly valued anything.
Until now, I realised one thing no one is dispensable, everyone should be valued. However, this world today, no one is valued or appreciated. And sooner or later people to turn on those who feel disvalued.
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Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)
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Unfortunately, this is the sad truth of reality. Loved your poem!