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No Time to Share&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& As he came forth of his mother's womb, naked shall he return to go as he came, and shall take nothing of his labor, which he may carry away in his hand. Ecclesiastes 5-15 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& ~Q~ Here he sits in his mansion so fine on his trouble's his mind to long abide Gone are the songs that were once in his heart now love and hate he can't tell them apart ~Q~ From his eye's the energy and sparkle are gone the misery inside won't let him alone why didn't I see why couldn't I hear he wonders aloud I tried to live a life that would make me proud There is a hunger for the simple things long past the day's of a happy young man were gone to fast ~Q~ He spent all his life all the time he could spare trying to reach the top now he was there But he never notice how empty was his home until one day he realized no one was there one by one his love ones had gone &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& If we work on our home life as hard as we do at our job both will be a success Clara &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& By Clara Strickland Brinkley copyright©2004 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Vote for this poem
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