You, and you, and you, may say:
When old machines no longer run,
A well-run business should have reserves
For repairs or new purchase …

But, I know what it means,
When every day is a struggle for survival,
When you aren’t sure, how to pull yourself through
And the thousands who hang on you …

You, and you, and you, may say
There’s one grim rule of reality:
They should be left to fold up their business,
If they have no more means to stay.

But, I know how it feels,
To be in deep waters, drowning,
Then touching, a hand willing …
And seeing the sky again.