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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When you’re born into this world of ours. You have no idea if you’ll reach its ivory towers. If you’re lucky to be born into a house of wealth. Chances are, you’ll go far, have money for yourself. And even if you aren’t a stiff, who got a lucky draw. You can still makes millions, as we certainly have saw. So what exactly is the definition of a successful life? Money, fame, success, children and a loving wife? My point of view is one that’s true, what my father told me. Son, peace of mind, if you can find, you’ll never end up lonely. I heard the words, not one absurd, but somehow didn’t listen. For I’m 61, my life’s not fun, not an enviable position. How I got here, perhaps that’s the question on your mind. It would take a book to explain, how I came into this bind. I’ll give you the short of it, I made some bad decisions. And now it seems that I’m living in the Spanish Inquistion. But you’re not dead you say, there’s more life has to give. I agree and want to be out of this insane prison and to live. Want to enjoy, to employ, the gifts and all the wonder. And not be attacked, from the back and live a life asunder. At 61, your life’s not done, you could have died at twenty. You’ve had many years upon this earth, enjoyed it aplenty. But if you’re broke, your fire’s unstoke, not a life of envy. You ask yourself day and night, what will be my end be? If I had fifty thousand dollars at this point in my life. I’d create a machine, that would put away all my strife. So if I can sell this house I own for more than what I bought her I’ll take the profit, if I can, if I’m not underwater. And with that money, this ain’t funny, I’ll make a whole lot more. For I have ideas in my head that will even up the score. It’s sad, it’s true what I must do, and list this property. And chances are, I’ll go far, live life properly.
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