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Silver light steps boldly thought my window, Bringing back memories of the things I once had, Telling me I'll get them back. In time, I'll find a way. Light spills onto the floor, the wall, Bare now that I've lost all I had: All that there was, all that I wanted, All that mattered anyway. "Tread softly," I whisper to the light As it fills my room like cold water Reminding me of my material pleasures I could go without them any day. If my dreams would come flooding back to me, My riches seep away, I would be as I was before, Poor as some would say. This poem is about some dude who used to be poor materially but had a wild imagination and could do anything he liked. At the time he did not realise how precious this gift was until he had it taken away from him when he was suddenly swamped with riches before he had only dreamed about. He lost his individual deepness and became shallow. This rather cool dude realises that he was happier before because he felt free being himself, and this, he found, was a greater thing than any material pleasure. |
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