All that glitters isn’t gold

There on the street,

Before the signal could turn green,

A voice heavy with melancholy,

Sung of a tale of his life before,

Of riches he amassed,

And respect he commanded,

Of bungalows he possessed,

And cars he owned.

By the turn of fate,

A war that broke,

Shattered the possessions he owned,

Shook the existence of life, he’d known,

A arm that he lost,

Friends forever gone past.

Hey the tale’s not over yet!!!

In a new city,

Starting from scratch,

Worldly riches isn’t all,

Courage isn’t the Fortune that you’d leave in hindsight.




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