Another Mans Hell

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Another Mans Hell

Tonight while I was walking
I passed a house where I once dwelled
and outside of my precious place,
to another man, it was Hell.
He sat with his hands warming
by a fire he had made
praying to the Lord above
for better , brighter days.
I couldn't help but wonder
which road in life he took
and as I passed, I couldn't help
but to take another look.
When I got home I realized
how selfish I had been.
I never knew how much I had
until tonight when I saw him.

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BlackButterfly1 commented on Another Mans Hell

07-07-2010

I think we all have this epiphany at some point or another. I like the way you describe your experience.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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Reminiscing 1
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In My Head 0
Another Mans Hell 1
Which Way 1
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Love Un-said 2
Lost In A Dream 0
NOWHERE 0
Boxed In 0
DESPAIR 0
Our Story 0
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Once In My Life 2
Memories 2
Missing You 0
SHAME 0
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DAD 0
It Was Just A Dream 0
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BABIES 0
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