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Fall of a Wall Street Wizard
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Fall of a Wall Street Wizard |
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RSEvans Senior Member
since 1999-10-23
Posts 1147Tulsa, OK, USA 
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Dancing numbers in the air Falling below the bar And after grief and much despair I'm living in my car. I used to walk past those like me And turn my head and cough Ignoring their crys and pleas As they bowed at my trough. Now I cry each and every night at what Has been lost along the way. And how I wish I'd shown more than naught, And measured more than weighed. It's cold in here and there's no cloth To keep me from the ice Oh to be pulled up from this sloth Would be so very nice. How I wish that I had served a cry For help along the way And pulled up even one of my New friends within the frey. My feet are numb now, cold as ice I cannot feel my knees. Soon I fear but for daylight I would surely freeze. But just like God's love it comes again Although we've done without Rays of heat and the light of life As the sun comes back out. And once again I start my day Somewhat poorer than the rest But greatful for the richest way My life has been so blessed. Knowlege tempered by wisdom...Wisdom tamed by youth. |
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Jamie Dawg Junior Member
since 2000-03-25
Posts 35 |
There is a sense of poetic justice in this which I like  and the rhythm makes it a very nice read. |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
Now you've gone and put me in a serious mood- and it's only my first cup of coffee!!! This was great Rob...tell it like it is!!! Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very good, Rob! Denise |
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Compgirl Member
since 2000-02-19
Posts 85USA |
ahhh..the world of these 90's..Makes one treasure the simple things.. like..the smell of fresh mowed grass. Very nie poem.. |
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