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Ten Cents Worth
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Ten Cents Worth |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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I still recall, when, as a child, I dreamed of grown-up things. Then after I discovered books- My fancy did take wings. I was one with legionnaires- Who marched to Caesars whim: Or pioneers at some stockade- A warrior’s charge to stem. I dreamed of love as boys do- But love eluded me. I strived to tell myself ‘twas best- That I be fancy free. While searching near, and searching far- I could not find the way- That led me to true happiness, And cannot to this day. When asked if I were happy, I had to think a bit- And contemplate my feelings- For an answer that would fit. I’m not “unhappy” I replied- I guess I am content- To get ten cents worth out of life- For every dime I’ve spent. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I am sorry to hear that you are not happy, John, but glad that you are not unhappy, and at least content. |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Love your ending here John. Funny, can a man feel he's given everything he can to life, and that life somehow took more? I never knew I was supposed to get something back . |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Gunslinger - I very much liked the rhyme and rhythm of this work. You crafted your words well and they held the attention to the end....and it was worth the "ten cents". Namyh |
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