Lost
Oh lost soul, haven't you been told?
That things get better, as one grows old.
Knowledge accumulates, and talent blossoms,
With this, grows your everlasting options.
Take the easy way out, and experience financial drought,
Or take the detour, and attract your wildest grandeur.
The choice is yours, so don't be afraid,
Step right up, and join the parade.
It'll take you places, of good and bad,
But just keep on marching, you delightful nomad.
Copyright © Laura Simm | Year Posted 2018
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