Rich I was born
Wealthy and healthy both
But was a forlorn
And My fate was something to loathe
Tutored by the best
Stayed with the toff
Something was unexpressed
My life was a scoff
By the one I could call 'my man'
Love I perceived
Though Love was for a span
And I was Deceived
Richness didn't bring happiness
Though I had the supplies
The life was full of crappiness
There were lies, that opened my eyes
What if, I would have been poor
But would have lived merrily
Hitched with my amour
And would be living poorly but merrily
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Life & What if
Poetrylife is a circle of the same events that are followed by everyone. From birth to death all goes through the same pattern. This is beautiful to go through or see. That pattern is described in my this series of poem. I hope you'll like it. 🤞
