The Rug
As Several look all the way up
And stare at the sky
Some will ask what and how
Others will ask what and why.
What must I do to get there
And how long will it take?
What did I do wrong,
Why me oh fate?
Because as several look up
And see the birds fly,
They'll also see those
On their magic carpet ride.
Those with patience or smarts,
Or just a pure stroke of luck.
They obtained their carpet
To rise and soar above.
So as several excrete blood, sweat, and tears
Working their fingers to the bone.
Day-in day-out
They sew sew sew.
Putting their souls into the dream
Hoping one day to take flight
On the magic carpet,
Destination: the good life.
Copyright © Damien Charles | Year Posted 2012
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