A Poor Man’s Diary

Ronnie was born with a talent and the ability to get rich.
He'd set his goal but constantly fell into a deep ditch.
He'd get up and dust himself off with his fire still lit.
As long as he focused on his goal he would not quit.

He was almost at the finish line when he slipped and fell.
It wasn't long after that when his fresh thoughts turned stale.
After years of hard work, he put his dreams on hold.
When he awakened the next morning he was suddenly old.

Realizing that dreams still come true, he leaped to his feet.
Discouraged by his reflection in the mirror he accepted defeat.
Ronnie died in poverty on a little beat-up old bed.
He left behind a completed diary and this is what it said.
"I should've, would've, could've: that's the story of my life.
I've even lost all that I thought I had- including my two-timing wife.

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