Poetry · Writing

Sacrifice

No one wishes for. Greed spoils these hands. Fortune turns her cheek. While loss frowns and steals.

We all wish. Glory shines down on us. Fortunes turns his cheek. The road less traveled is full of customers.

No more wishes. Life is at a still. Fortune is gone. No coins at the bottom of this well.

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