'' For Forgiveness They Have A Flair '' Poem by Bri Mar

This life is tough,
I've had enough,
I am caught up in life's sticky web,
It's time to do some different stuff,
I've given up being a pleb.

Within my heart,
I'm drifting apart,
From those days of hardship and pain,
As of now I'll make a new start,
From compassion I will now abstain.

To really earn,
I'll have to learn,
To look after number one,
For others I'll no longer show concern,
I'll ensure my new life is fun.

To family and friends,
I will not make amends,
They're no longer part of my life,
As into paradise my life ascends,
I'll no longer suffer their strife.

I'll be selfish and cruel,
I won't suffer the fool,
From now on I'll look after myself,
They may well say I've become a ghoul,
But it's they who'll gather dust on the shelf.

Now I've reached the top,
It's a long way to drop,
But disaster's but a second away,
All it takes is being caught on the hop,
Then your riches no longer hold sway.

I now live in fear,
As these cretins up here,
Are ready and willing to attack,
Out of the shadows they suddenly appear,
Waiting to stab me in the back.

I feel a frown,
I'm knee deep in brown,
From so called friends I've now been deserted,
It's really tough this road back down,
From reality I've been diverted.

Whether rich or poor,
Of one thing be sure,
Those who love you will always be there,
Their devotion to you, you must never obscure,

‘' For Forgiveness They Have A Flair ‘'