Tom Wright Poet Free verse

A Young Man Lost

	
A Young Man Lost
	Written: by Tom Wright
	9/13/99
	
	Between Birth & Death,
	Lay his undetermined amount of time.
	He assumed that he had plenty,
	But in reality, he had little.
	While he was considered young
	He lived not to be old.
	As he attempted to make fools of others
	He became a fool himself.
	Because, at other's expense, he desired to be big,
	He became small.
	Friends, buddies, and acquaintances, he had them all.
	Now he is known by none.
	For always relishing the limelight,
	His reward, total darkness.
	It was here, while endeavoring always to be first,
	He ended up last.
	While a good time was bought,
	For he was young, his soul he sold.
	Because time for Jesus, was not found,
	He became eternally lost.
	With no treasures laid up in Heaven
	He has made his bed in Hell.
	

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