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He sat in a corner on the street A begging bowl close to his feet He often blended in the background Mostly feeding on leftovers And using rags as covers He would sit ignored not making a sound. His life had changed a great deal When he used to enjoy a gluttonous meal He wore the best tailored suits A chauffeur would drive him around Wearing a brooch he was always found And shining black leather boots. His wife and all his successive heirs Would often ride expensives mares Vacationing in exotic places great A life of luxury they would lead While he worked for hours in order to feed His family, so in old age they would reciprocate. As fate had it, he was stuck bedridden And then, he saw their agendas hidden A will was made to be signed He was robbed of all his wealth And no one cared of his deteriorating health Yet for his family he pined. He was left outside to live like a pauper It had been days since he had a decent supper For an old man no one would befriend He spent his days in utter misery Not knowing even if someone would bury Him when he finally met his end.
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
The rich poor man
He sat in a corner on the street A begging bowl close to his feet He often blended in the background Mostly feeding on leftovers And using rags as covers He would sit ignored not making a sound. His life had changed a great deal When he used to enjoy a gluttonous meal He wore the best tailored suits A chauffeur would drive him around Wearing a brooch he was always found And shining black leather boots. His wife and all his successive heirs Would often ride expensives mares Vacationing in exotic places great A life of luxury they would lead While he worked for hours in order to feed His family, so in old age they would reciprocate. As fate had it, he was stuck bedridden And then, he saw their agendas hidden A will was made to be signed He was robbed of all his wealth And no one cared of his deteriorating health Yet for his family he pined. He was left outside to live like a pauper It had been days since he had a decent supper For an old man no one would befriend He spent his days in utter misery Not knowing even if someone would bury Him when he finally met his end.
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
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