Poem -

I was once like you

Once I had dreams.
Big goals places to see.
Worlds to conquer.
The galaxy was finite
And it could be mine.

The taste of victory
Was as sweet as honey.
Teardrops belonged
In the eyes of another.
Success was a birthright
I was once trampling
Ā on the bodies of the fallen.

Apartments became condos.
condos became houses.
Houses became mansions.
I built Jacobs ladder.
To reach heaven from earth.
Without dying.

I once gave money to charity?
Not for the poor.
I did not care for them.
They were a vehicle
A footstep Ā to redemption.
I gave it for me
For my ego

That was then.
This is now.
I walk the dark streetsĀ 
of nowhere.
Eyes glare at meĀ 
Like the night eyes of cats.
My unshaven face
Lost in oblivion.
Everything I once owned
Falling in on me
Like rain through a leaking roof.

My companions are
LonelinessĀ 
Want and despair.
It did not seem possible.
But life sends changes
In moments.
It’s hard to believe.
I was once like you.
So very much like you.

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Louise Carroll

So glad I have never put huge importance on money. Read Steve Jobs last words today and reads quite like your poem.Ā 

This poem is honest and from the heart and for that I applaud you. Well done, great write.Ā 

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Louise Carroll

3 stars ☺ well deserved. Very talented ☺Shine bright. ☺

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