A
man of experience
A
man of knowledge of work
He
works for years in his line
He
gets up or he gets down
All
the while he manages to stay normal
Of
his life pursuing his wants
The
years may sound good
He
gets his promotion
His
families and friends feel happy
He
has made his grade
After
years of struggling to get the top
Now
he has his ball on his feet
He
finds his days have changed
He
can't sleep at nights
He
still worries about his work
The
heavy loads crash on him
He
finds he can't take it
He
has nobody to talk
He
is alone sitting high
One
day he walks up the height
Standing
alone feeling like superman
The
little voice keeps telling him
“Fly
busy man; feel the wind
You
will not die you will live!”
But
what he doesn't know
Once
he steps off the height
He
will not fly but plunge downwards
Death
is the game
When
he allows depression takes control
He
isn't a superman
He
is just a mortal
He
finally knows it
But
he is late
The
crush of body
A
sad way to leave
He
can just walk away
But
he fails to do
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