I’ve given my all, I’ve played my part,
With a tired mind and a heavy heart.
I spent my gold and I lost my way,
Living for others every day.
My health is gone, my light is dim,
Pushed right over the breaking brim.
I’ve done enough, I’ve paid the cost,
In all I gave, myself was lost.
No more burdens, no more strain,
I cannot carry someone else’s pain.
The tank is dry, the road is rough,
I’m standing tall and saying:
enough is enough!
Sikaran
January 2026

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