Second life

One minute after the other,

Street light for a spotlight, 

Cardboard box for a stage

Whispering conspirators 

He has been witness to the eyes of men without an orator 

And focused hard on internal strength and not hating

But he knew

Weak words were heavy in a poor man’s  heart

The sweets he wished for, turned to loathed sours

Forget a second chance, he wanted a second life,

And not one on second hand

This time he’ll make sure to not make worse 

What nature made so clear

Which was… 

Don’t wish for anything

Work for it 


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