Alas Three Boys - Poem by Jeff Rushton
Three totally different ways of life.
Boys different external, but internal alike.
One wealthy, healthy, and famous in his time.
Wealthy from birth, wealthy from work, it didn't matter with him he ended up an arrogant, self-righteous jerk.
Healthy by blood, healthy by drugs, the only thing that stood in his way was a mirror and a non-cast-iron feather.
And they never stepped back to notice their error.
Famous by name, famous by unscrupulous fame, the only thing wrong in his life was not getting cast for the greatest roll in claim.
In this stage they are praised, worshipped by many, sought after by insecurity, building their confidence in transparency.
His life is exactly that, never less, no more.
Time on earth tells many lies.
The true clock shows life on earth as a simple tick-tock, behind the sill.
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