Narcissit? Who me?

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

A Joyous Lament

For many years, you toil away,
no one hears a word you say.
Though you long to scream and shout,
in the world your words merely sputter out.

So as you go about your daily chores,
you think and stomp your weary feet across the floors;
"All you need is your big break, that's all!"
Is such a small request so tall?

Things don't go quite to your plan,
you never were a carefree man,
but nothing goes just as it should,
you've come to think you're misunderstood.

Then all at once, from out of blue
People come and support you.
And suddenly, and by surprise
all you want is before your eyes.

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