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Created on: February 08, 2009
They Ride Beside Me in My Car
They ride beside me in my car,
join me for dinner; they are all I can see.
The most annoying intrusion by far,
is when my problems go to bed with me.
The night is endless when sleep will not come,
I toss and turn, but all in vain.
My mind no peace will grant to me,
reviewing my problems continually.
A fool I was to live my life
devoid of things l really need,
like love and laugher, fun and games,
the joy of being worry free.
I once knew only happy times
before my career became my life.
But money's temptation I could not resist,
I was taking it in hand over fist.
I always feared not having enough,
but how much did all this loneliness cost.
Was it worth all I have thrown away,
I can never buy back what I have lost.
I have every luxury money can buy,
they serve no purpose except for show.
The priceless gift of love once mine,
just like a fool, I let it go.
What should have meant the most to me,
my spouse, my children, my home,
had value, but not much you see,
for they were just things I owned.
I knew not how much I loved them
till they had moved away.
They left behind this hollow shell
that you see here today.
Each night in stillness I faintly hear
the laugher I never cared to share.
The echoes of all the joy I missed
that once resided here.
My heart drowns in the tears I hide,
silent screams fill the hollow inside.
For the wealth that came with success you see
is now the curse that torments me.
It took the only things I had
that truly were mine to own.
It took my love, my life, my soul,
and left me all alone.
If you are toiling your life away
take heed of what I am about to say.
Money comes and money goes
but money will never fill the holes.
The ones left by the words unsaid
the wounds that pierced your loved one's hearts.
The promises broken, the hands not held
the emptiness that tears you apart.
This golden shell in which I live
where words like love just didn't matter,
became a sarcophagus encasing me;
my living tomb forever after.
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