Prisoner of Life

Depressed Man Sitting On The Bench

She sees how tirelessly

He works every single day

She never feels like he takes

Enough time to play

Life is often short

Which both can clearly see

So she wishes she could rid him

Of his chains and set him free

She notices his brilliant mind

Always hopeful for something more

She feels his frequent pain

As he’s confronted by yet another closed door

He doesn’t even realize

How wonderful he really is

Heart of pure gold

He never stops wanting to give

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


Originally posted: April 20, 2016

Photo found at: tricialottwilliford.com

15 responses to “Prisoner of Life

  1. Lovely, Michelle. Someone you know? 🙂

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  2. I think this one is a reflection of many people I know.

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  3. Very nice, Michelle.:)

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  4. I have some men in my life like this. I’m thankful for them.

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  5. Beautiful poem.

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  6. You are welcome!

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  7. Love reading this. 🙂

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  8. I really loved this. Stop and take time to smell the roses, has been my plea for just about every man in my life.

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  9. Thank you… I agree. Wish they would…

    Like

  10. Reminds me of my husband. So perfectly expressed!

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