For Being Rich
Life is a bug, and time is a fly,
Love is a hug, sadness is a cry,
A double-edged sword, respected and restored,
Divides the real realm, from the virtual world,
Iv'e seen iv'e explored, in the sea, on the shore,
A jungle, to the crumpled up papers on the floor,
For being rich I was poor, wouldn't ask for more,
Before heavens doors, I lived until sore, so therefore,
Life is a bug, and time is a fly,
Love is a hug, and sadness is a silent cry.
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Key V. | Year Posted 2016
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