A determined man, a man with wits.
A bright star, the world failed to witness.
A man filled with novelty,
If only he wasn't a victim of poverty.
Somewhere in the corner a baby cries,With every single cry her heartbeat dies.Up in the room he sits alone,Hearing her cry.And as she cries, The more harder he tries.Succeeding at something on your first shot?Yes, They call it beginner's luck.He works day and night, With all his might, And creates something worthwhile. But they deny it. They say he cheated, they say he lied.Creativity is considered stupidity.He makes something on his own,But they'd rather have it thrown. He burns midnight oil,
Gives it all he's got, to stand on his own feet. Two steps forward, three steps back. 'What do I do?' He thinks, 'What do I lack?'
Now again the baby cries, But no one comes to help as her life comes to an end.He can't save her no matter how hard he tries,As the world looks at him with discouraging,degrading eyes.So how in this world of injustice will this man survive?When he can't even save his baby's life?Stomach grumbling and eyes watering, No one helps him stay alive.Helpless, he starts to run,And commits a sin he shouldn't have done.The knife now covered in his blood,Out of energy, breathless he lies.On the pavement he slowly dies.Blinded by arrogance, the world could never understand,What a bright future this man could land. They think they've won,But again they've lost,Such unique talent underestimated,now i's gone.As the world once again lost a burning candle, That could have burnt brighter than the sun, They're still egoistic enough to think they've won.
That's life. It was never fair, it never will be. It's something that has been and always will be.
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That's Life: C'est La Vie.
PoetryAnother Poem I wrote :) Inspired by the reality of life. Please Read <3
