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A Man With Rhyme to Reason
The headlights were upon me, with no time to react My mind and body shut down, so I never felt the hard impact I remembered not using my seatbelt; I didn’t want to wrinkle my new suit I was being honored for an accomplishment in my lifelong work pursuit When my life flashed before my eyes, I was disappointed with what I saw, There was no rhyme to its reason; there were no answers to any cause. I saw a lifetime of selfishness with vanity as its only gain I prayed for a miracle to allow me to change my awful aim The first lights that I saw looked like heaven’s pearly gates Then I heard those beeping sounds from hospital machines that I hate No one was in the room with me, for reasons my vision made perfectly clear But I had been given a second chance and there was nothing left for me to fear It took a year for me to recover, with plenty of scars to mark the way But now I had a mission; I visited the children’s ward almost every day I met a lovely therapist who soon would be my beautiful wife And now I had new purpose to go along with my brand new life The papers all reported about the horrific accident that I had They said it changed a corporate mogul into a simpleton, gone half-mad I gave away all my money to charities that wear other peoples' names But I am richer in my poverty than at any other time in this game I give thanks to that driver, who fell asleep behind the wheel And I don’t care that there’s no one who quite understands just how I feel The old me died that night and as answers to my desperate prayers A man with rhyme to reason is now left standing here
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