Live Like A Pauper Poem by Paolo Giovanni Lonewolf Marra
Live Like A Pauper
Live like a pauper
No money to my name
Happy in a cardboard box am I
With no-one to blame
No expectation, responsiblity or fame
No need to conform
Or work like a slave to finally go insane
Just free to be me and go roaming around
Experiencing life,
Always laughing and smiling never wearing a frown
Take pleasure in all that life has to give
Being my true self, totally free just to live
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5/3/2024 2:14:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like the sense of freedom expressed. However, I sense in this piece an underlying loneliness.