He lived a dutiful and honest life
He was the perfect son,
He achieved a top mark in school
He attained a great professional job
He gained the ideal wife
They produced the model children
They had the perfect house
And outraced and beat the Joneses
But when he lay on his deathbed
He wept and raged through his final days
Because he realized at the end
That it was never his life to live
A poem with a meaningful message. Liked how this poem was crafted and presented. Top Marks and to my Poem List.
A moving, touching and deeply poignant write. We could never fathom the many faces of life.
Reminds me of a song called Richard Cory by Simon and Gartfunkel based on a poem that is on this site I love yr verison though Bravo!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My conclusion of your excellent poem: The richest people in wealth can never appreciate or be grateful to his vibrant life, something is always missing, it is better to be the poorest, then every drop of rain is appreciated