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Poor Richard
Hes not a man; hes not aware of everything that is to come,
living in a world of people ridiculed for being dumb,
He thinks of things theyd never question living in this land of mold,
thought of telling all the people life is more then fear and gold,
He knew that if he tryed to mention he'd be shot down from the sun,
so poor richard lived alone until that shade of live was done,
Hes not a man; he dosnt care of anything that people say,
the angst he has from solitude eventually will go away,
The girl he cared about in youth moved away some winter night,
Since that day he waits around for something new to shed some light,
until one evening day arrives, someone comes to his suprise and told him that the girl he loved lived long and well, and that she died.
Instead of cries he has a laugh at all the times they had such fun,
Then poor richard lived alone until that shade of life was done,
Hes now a man; he knows of all the pain and strife that life incuse,
He knows of all the good and bad that one alone must go through,
He feels as if the time he spent were like the wrinkles on his skin,
Hes old...He knows he'll die alone but yet he feels he'll live again,
He knows inside his very soul the shades he lived through are now done,
and poor richard died alone, new shades of life has just begun.
