I don't have a problem with people and wealth just those that abuse their position.


Just thoughts

I feel their thoughts around me
Some are mine but most are not
So full of innuendo
As they fire a passing shot
What care I for those who have no soul
Whose feelings are as Ice
With their lives stuck in their wallets
No sense of spice or even life
They feel they are superior
In their smug and sterile world
But what happens when it crashes
And their lives become unfurled
No friends to offer comfort
Or a shoulder to cry upon
I'd rather be a pauper
Then a light that never shone.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2007-03-19 at 12:14

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normalil
Well, you know what they say, it takes all sorts. Brilliant poem again.
2007-05-11


Individuality
ah money, so many think it brings happiness and though it may in the short term i do not think it does in the long term. people put too much value in material things - a posessive society, with those high on their own worth are rude to those less fortunate.

i certainly know what it is like being a pauper, well our first world version of a pauper anyway, i have been skint for months. i would make a good juggler in a circus i think, all the bills are still in the air and i have time to type ;) a good piece.
2007-03-19


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Graham this is profound and demonstrates yourrange and ability to deal with any matter this is a very clever text well done rgds Mike
2007-03-19