Abundantly we came from the space in time, landing wasn’t intend but a choice not to depend. So then I wonder; how do I condone the scarcity I met. A question to repeat even at sleep. Certainly we move in different supervisions. Days passes by while nights hangover a visit with me, the trails of failures when the best I wished for me was a tip of wealth.
Before me the World is laid, in a metal box to be told a computer. Internet is costly to purchase and behold. Where do I go from here when limit is the resource I get.
Like a folder, we all display the contents we possessed, with the aim to succeed; but mine yielded misfortune. I saw them many at times around and within while others a distance in abroad yet to my wish avail is promote.
I noticed I put in what exactly what they inserted but my outcome in vain while theirs a plus. Bitterly I begin a cry, within my heart, body and soul; no one notice the pains I felt in the pursuit of wealth, so I for one Proclaimed the Wealth as a Medal of Honor.
It becomes a must I realize, there’s something behind even in times and In seasons, so I chose to Pause and Ask!
What Is The Secret?
I got Inspired by your work Sir @dobartim
Much Respect to You Legend @dobartim
- Original poetry written by @mcharmattan
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