I have always been considered to be earnest with wit;
Raised to indulge in my own endeavors and conscious
So I invest myself in what I see and feel is fit,
To protect myself from being conspicuous.
Each day presents a variety of hindrance,
But all time that goes by with priority-
Is bound to be similar, but still room for difference,
Still each day is more alike as the last, with propriety.
Being as though I live like a breathing moral
Even I am challenged by some days particular.
On an onerous day, with struggle and quarrel
I experienced a feat, not self-indulged, but irregular.
A man asked me that day, about my day,
I answered, though hesitant on why-why I lied.
Without a notable response the man walked away
And what I apprehended next, was to my surprise.
He asked the next person and received bad news.
Moments later I was overwhelmed with cheer, loud as thunder,
He charitably received a small fortune, and as his spirits grew
I became vicarious, But for a moment I could only wonder.
Cool idea behind this poem. I especially like how unforced the rhymes appear to be due to the length of the lines and slower pace of the overall piece. The word choices are also rather nicely done and, I think, tie in very well with the beginning statement-"earnest with wit." It adds a subtle sophistication.
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