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The Luckiest Man Alive - The Star

Contributed by thewordzwithin on Friday, 22nd October 2004 @ 08:15:54 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Lifes biggest joke was making me
A man who knew nothing of poverty
Affording the pleasures I only dared dream of in my head
Is now the reality I dare look at from my bed
Beautiful women abound and more money than I can see
I have everything I could ever ask for
Except the feeling of being free
Free were moments on my hand I would often count
The real me is something I sold down to the last ounce
I know nothing of true happiness, joy or glee
I know nothing of being a real man, though I play one on T.V
The flash of the camera would always leave me dazed
Thinking of a day I actually enjoyed the suns gaze
I could do or go wherever I please
But living this life is making it hard to breath
My life is like a balloon
I hold it in my hand, but now I must release
And maybe then I might be able to find some peace




Copyright © thewordzwithin ... [ 2004-10-22 20:15:54]
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Re: The Luckiest Man Alive - The Star (User Rating: 1 )
by thewordzwithin on Friday, 22nd October 2004 @ 08:19:15 PM AEST
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I wanted to write two poems that dealt with appreciation in two different ways in two different situations. Please read both and tell me what you think....



Re: The Luckiest Man Alive - The Star (User Rating: 1 )
by Sir_Odd on Sunday, 2nd January 2005 @ 10:59:39 AM AEST
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A very good write...


Re: The Luckiest Man Alive - The Star (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Wednesday, 5th April 2006 @ 04:01:55 PM AEST
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I was just having this conversation last night. Your poem is a great reminder even though i am on the otherside of the spectrum. Thanks for sharing this.




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