This Man
This man tries much, this man carries out his duties like a hard working man should but a-las he cannot survive with such bad times in his life, one bad time that has crippled him through illness that has left him to no other choice but death, he cannot work, he has no allies to aid him and was sucked of his last funds, this man now lives in the streets with bad credit, bad reputation and no life what so ever, he no longer exist in society, but is as alive as the rich man that drives past him and pitties him but does not do anything, so much help to him possible but this man does not have way to such enlightening news. He has two days to live and was picked up by a man that has taught him to live life in the wild, eat like the wild and take measurements to kill any human that hunts for his pray, this man no longer exist in society, yet he is as well as the rich man that no longer is in his mind, he lives better, breaths better and has even achieved a better life than the rich man and others perceived him as a savage, this man lived a good life as natures child, he healed physically he thought but the illness inside him still was too strong...
Copyright © Eduardo Garcia | Year Posted 2011
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