Let me live another day,
That i may build another home,
to sell to him, who pays me well
who'll live with pride, in my creation's shade.
Let me live another day,
that another morsel delicious cooked
And placed on the platter of he who
shall relish it and not gobble like a beggar's growl.
Let me live another day,
So that I'll finish the poem a little more,
and may he who reads it feel the urge
to lay upon my grave a gift of gold.
A contest entry
- the first thing to spill off your tongue by Plastic Dreams.
460 points, ended April 24, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this runs together quite well but i'm not sure where it's going besides pronouncing that greatness brings great fortune as long as the heart is right.
in my creation's shade.
bold line. i could see this turning into more.
thank you
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