So oft I hear the question asked

Posted: January 10, 2014 in Poetry
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So oft I hear the question asked:
Why does he have more than me?
Why do I live a beggar’s life
While he swims in luxury.

These questions swim around my world
And yet I keep moving on
I try my best to ignore the noise
And dance off to my own invented song

Thus while they all keep asking
The questions which they ask
I’ll be building my own beauty
And in the sunlight bask.

Rewards aren’t given for the asking.
One must invent them on their own
Hard work, sweat, tears, and dedication
Are the seeds from which success is sown.

While their questions keep them busy,
I sit and plot my victory
And one day looking back at this they claim
It was forever his destiny.

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