I am not used to material things; joy in the nature they bring.
Often have I longed for the finer, precious delights.
I linger in hope to someday for my wealth to catch flight.
I have wished upon a star for a life of luxury.
All that that I hope and dream it does not happen to me.
Just once to taste of things that are grand intricacies.
Just to know the etiquettes of the proper and poised.
I live this life forlorn and wonder at the amazement of it all.
Others have; I in pain must bear to live a life of a pauper's nest.
The seas and oceans they beacon me to travel wide and far.
Alas my pockets are bare and I stand at shores in utter detest.
I wallow in shame and I protest for I have so less.
I abhor this life that does not please me.
Because of such I live in regret.
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