He was a man who once,
Stood so high and proud.
Owns and gets everything he wants;
And was a king amongst the crowd.
But all things will come to pass,
No matter how great, how small!
Fora beginning will have a last,
And every rise shall have it's fall.
Back then he was praised,
Now he is but a forgotten name.
And in this small phrase,
Shows the life of a forgotten man.
A good start with a nice poem, Ricky. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
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A good start with a nice poem, Ricky. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.