Why must you mock me ? O, son of the living, You have taken my gift, And sent it adrift, Mindless of your giving. You were so successful ! You thought you had me beat, You never were remorseful, Only filled with vain conceit. You look at me and grin , I spurn you in disdain, You ignorant son of sin, Your life is filled with pain. You dwindle and you dawd, And throw away your soul, Your life is a facade, And your lot is the grave below. Shane D. Moore 7/24/1999 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Reason for writing:
I watched a talk show the other night. The celebrity on that
show was obviously on drugs. He was talking about how
popular and successful he was, just as if he were immune
to the perils of life. Let us always be mindful of the
fallen stars who have died and found out they could not mock
life without consequences.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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