Poem.Your life is money, If only it was yours.

If only it was yours.


There is always a

Bounty

On everyone’s head

Depending on

Who you are,

It may be worth more

To those behind

If you are dead.

Yes you live to die,

Don’t ask me why

But I am not foolish

Enough,

To let such a reality

Make me cry.

As soon as you

Are born,

Your stocks will either

Rise or fall

Remember

No one should

Answer

When it’s your name

That‘s called

None here

Can take credit

For anyone

Whose name sits?

On that

Memorial wall

We simply pay a visit,

Pay our respects,

We pay to see it.

We have never

Had problems

When paying,

But where must

That money be

Constantly

Coming from,

No one wants

To pay anyone.

Keep blaming it on

The another someone

The economy,

Blame it on history,

Geography,

This man,

That man,

When they are all

The same man

Can’t go to the bank

To take out a dime,

Even the money

I put in there

After some time

It’s no longer mine.

But there is a bounty

On my head

Eve n for me it looks

Better

When I am dead.

Bless

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Sky9106 5 years ago from A beautiful place on earth. Author

The conviction will always be there.

I am thankful to you , for your ability to recognize this .

Thanks brethren Frank. I appreciate.

Bless.


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Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

words scripted with such conviction yeah even the title spills truth up and awesome!

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