Life after accountancyA Poem by BeccyI dined on wine and lettuce leaves and all the surfeit money brings. I swam with sharks and ate them up, Oh, how I filled my selfish cup; And every corner that I trod some little trinket I partook; Oft times for sport, (though most for gain) and never let the rumour start that I was empty in my heart. But sinners turn, or so they say, from hunter to suppliant prey; and thus on Sundays I aspire to cast away all of desire; Give back with equal amplitude, and trust a prayer may just suffice, (though quietly I say amen twice) You know, a kind of just in case before I leave this lovely place.
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Added on February 5, 2015Last Updated on November 22, 2019 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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