Obscurity Is a Way of Life
OBSCURITY WAS HIS WAY OF LIFE.
NO ONE KNEW, HE ONCE HAD A WIFE.
NO ONE KNEW, OF HIS FAMILY PAST,
OR THE BRICKS OF GOLD AND STACKS OF CASH.
MOST DID NOT KNOW, WHO HE WAS.
WHEN HE DIED, HE CREATED A BUZZ.
HE HAD A PROPERTY, WHERE HE GREW BIRCH.
HE DONATED THE LAND TO THE LOCAL CHURCH.
IN HIS WILL HE STATED, HE WOULD LIKE TO SEE,
THAT HIS MILLIONS DO GOOD FOR THE UNIVERSITY.
NO ONE EVER SAW HIM, SPEAK TO ANYONE.
I CAN'T IMAGINE HIS LIFE WAS FUN.
I IMAGINE IT'S A FORM OF BEING FREE.
KEEP HIS DISTANCE FROM BOTH YOU AND ME.
ONE COULD SAY IT'S ABOUT PRIVACY.
LIVING A LIFE OF OBSCURITY.
Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2018
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