Lamplight
A crowded street has many ways
Some go to a dark dark place
You see it's greying eye of gravel
Other paths necessitate a shovel
Then theres your own
The sum of stones you've thrown
It's the million dollar street
Marbled in a golden sheet
Birthright of gold I did expect
Only my own to be correct
Thought it was a choice to select
A worse road simple neglect
What is your worth, magnum opus
Magnificent gold is my only focus
Did the road I paved deceive
Though by my own hands achieved
It is company that I grieve
Blinding light is my reprieve
Company enough for each sleeve
To hold tight and perceive
The bustling people
on the yellowed streets
Of life
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