The Market PlaceA Poem by Jerryyoung1z
This market that is life
we all came to buy and sell Though some are window shoppers who go back home with nothing to tell Stare that's all they do at things good or bad But can't quite pick one their story so sad They're the ones always on a fence leaving butt prints on the sand of time They stand for nothing 'n' fall for everything Like the wrong interpretation of a mime This market that is life we all came to buy and sell But everyone is a trader ringing his own attention bell Trade by barter is the only system Which this market knows Use what you have to get what you don't is how this market flows This market that is life we all came to buy and sell But we can't stay here forever we have to go back from whence we fell No one wants to leave voluntarily so a guard is set on us To escort us out when our time is due And to the great beyond we must cross. © 2016 Jerryyoung1zReviews
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3 Reviews Added on June 20, 2016 Last Updated on July 29, 2016 AuthorJerryyoung1zNigeriaAboutI'm a songwriter, spoken word artiste, poet and other awesome things between, nice to meet you. more..Writing
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