Riches spoil ones who needn't be spoiled while others take blame,
With transparent actions the kind are ignored the riches go away,
The life needn't be torture for the ones who can't play the game,
Yet, for those who still stand at the end of it all will soon fade to grey.
With just the right spot a new life begins,
It holds anything anyone would want and anything one might need,
But for some though,
The evils may sin,
Even though one knows they mustn't let it win,
As it all begins to sink in,
They may not be ready,
Not yet,
Not yet,
They may never be ready,
Not ever,
Not ready,
But the time as arrived for glory to happen,
And one must act steady.
They are lucky.
The pitiful are seen as ones that need help,
Ones that are alone,
And will forever yelp,
They will broadcast their speech into the void,
And people ignore the heard cry for sorrow,
Pity brought few who actually listened only again be annoyed,
So again the cry failed so they are left on the barren streets,
Still trying to broadcast their message,
Their trying to get lucky.
Unexpected circumstances touch the nation,
While circumstances of rage grace the one who could not see,
A separate being presents at the station,
While the angry pity for the wanted glee,
And the unexpected get lucky.
With no will to live another soul roams with heavy shoulders,
They care not how it ends,
Only that it does,
For a life isn't worth living with no amends.
The height becomes towering as they glance down to hell,
They think that they were right,
And start to dwell,
To walk,
To jump,
With power never seen,
For that was the end,
And so it shall be.
They could see the end in front of their eyes,
Yet, an unseen chance unmasks their disguise,
Apparently they had a stranger,
A person,
A friend,
Who wouldn't let the devils in a man win.
For now the death is not seen,
As a new friend is made,
And a new leaf is found between,
A man,
A person,
A human being,
And the power is strong,
For the survivor and a man
And the survivor was lucky.
Generosity spreads and glee consumes,
As arms spread wide,
To those who want a new,
Chance,
A life,
And a family.
With a fresh start,
Anything can happen,
Because they got lucky.
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Wishing for the Unforeseen
PoetryNo matter what's thought, poetry makes people think and thinking does something. It creates new horizons for anybody who just listens to the fluttering wings of thoughts. The thumping, and the feeling of the amazing. The wondrous flight of the new w...
