Liberation Coronation

Liberation Coronation

A Poem by Pete
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The cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life which is required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run. - Thoreau

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Concept of rich and poor in person. Conceptual shooting of shoes. Old shabby shoes in comparison with new and expensive ones. rich man poor man stock pictures, royalty-free photos & images

i know what is to have everything yet nothing
and nothing yet everything
i prefer the latter



© 2024 Pete


Author's Note

Pete
“However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poorhouse. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the almshouse as brightly as from the rich man's abode; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace.” - Thoreau

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You learn whilst learning. And you can't learn if it is all given to you anyway.
I really enjoyed this thoughtful piece.

Posted 9 Months Ago


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Pete

9 Months Ago

true, although i worked very hard for everything i had. i've also walked the streets with nothing. .. read more

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