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True Poverty

I am resourced like a king

Yet I whine like a slave

I am agile like an athlete

Yet I drag my limbs like the undead

I have the education of a professor

Yet I mouth off like a bogan

I receive love like a rockstar

Yet I wander streets like a hobbo

I am known by a Heavenly Father

Yet I live like a war ravaged orphan

I have two rows of pearly teeth

Yet I frown like the toothless

I have a free ticket to Paradise

Yet I curse like the damned 

 

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Jim "The Lad" ....

If we are all honest we all have many weaknesses, and often don't realize it because we are not working on ourselves we are trying to change others. Enjoyed this one!....................Jim ...PS  We have a funny little jingle it goes" oh it's hard to be humble when your perfect in every way"! lol!

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al Bikaadi

LOL... My nanna used to sing that one. 

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Being Me

Awesome! It really is. Truth here is told!  Pinned x

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Tony Taylor

Hello AL!!.....your poetry just keeps getting better and better.....you're making great choices on the subject matter you choose to write on......and (like this one) you're just knocking them right out of the park dear poet brother!!........another Home Run!!.......ALL STARS!!......seriously my friend.....great stuff!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo  : )

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al Bikaadi

Thanks again for your encouragement Tony 😊

SHALOM

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