numb..lost in my own world..
Big money dreams..on poor boy pay
Caught just now with another dream
A dream of another day..

I walk along with thoughts of grandeur..
Yet, in truth only streets of pain..
I stand alone..under dark storm clouds..
Getting wet in a cold gray steel rain..

Gone are the heady days of youth..
Replacing it is the gritty truth..
You want something.. you have to fight for it..
It will not come easy.. a price is always exacted..
Generally in sweat.. and blood.. and tears..

Whether it is love.. or money.. you will pay for it..
Yes.. at times cry for it.. and some even die for it..
The truth is nothing comes for free..

As the rain streamed down my face..
I saw the truth of life.. it became crystal clear..
Life is pain.. it’s not about money..
Or possessions, or fame..
In the end, it’s about you facing the truth..
And, how YOU…handled the
Pain…

Another Original Poem by H.R. Beebe