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The Poor Man
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Conscience Begging days
Breathe the end to him
While he walks through life
With soiled hands,
Struggling with angry solitude.
I'm sure
That if he had a choice
He'd give it away
And live in the revelation
That would propell the human mind
The most.
And he,
Caring not, about the
Beginning of times
Would become
The voice of the voiceless
In this mundain society
While stagnant
In a moments gentle embrace.
Powerful, and very thought provoking!!
JD,
It amazes me that you have such a grasp of life at your age. I have friends that are older than you and still do not have a clue... this piece moved me....stay blessed...