Reflections of Life Poem
There never was much to my
name
Neither fortune nor such fame
Like a picture with no frame
I take what I can get
Money doesn’t grip me much.
I’d rather feel someone’s
touch
To let me know I matter, but
This hasn’t happened yet
Don’t get me wrong, I’m rich
at heart
Where my treasures will never
part
My head is still getting
smart
At life’s many ways
I don’t really consider my
luck
But focus on when I’m stuck
This leaves me like a truck
Sidelined in a craze
To sum it up, I’m competent
A conscious of good intent
But underneath it is a dent
That never disappears
The school of life will never
close
Despite all the students that
doze
All the maybes, yes’s and
no’s
Are there when the smoke
clears.
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