The Good Life

The Good Life goes on but how would I know if goes so fast I scarper it .Its like the bilgewater of a good tale that always end with a gentle valet de chambres gentleman who can never tell his story is like a book which has been open for exactly one look, So like any other fairy tale A bid comes true The poor giddy life of a blacksmith turns into a high-flown life of a hero, A hero they gave me the title the make of the creative activitys finest idol The million aired they also stressed the could be me they would always idol I was barely a poor pathetic blacksmith a handy man for the people No one redundant I was Just a low class man with a DREAM That came true That day the people gazed at the hammers as they hunch over This one time was different the bang sparked like the glazing of the sun funds I could only think of the fiery shines of the Day Its prosperous its gilded I thought I keep it to myself at first in front I started a riot of despaired people More bangs More Gold I did And soon I was a Gold having poor man So the few days passed by the weeks passed by the months passed by And I turned in the Gold and became this new man A Richer man a man with thousands to spend the Million aired.But with the specie I gave whatsoever portion to the poor and turned their into a better TRUTH And thats when they called me the HERO The titles YES they came and came, HERO, MILLON AIRED, FARTHER, RICHES, KEEPERS MAN, The Gold Digger, And most important of all the WEALTHY I lived for this day I said to myself the days dream will never end I can walk upright high look glamorous than any other in the social unit city by chance even country. I stand I front of people just to say my story the tear up and ball all virtually me as I only say the Good Life is were Im at now so no need for tears. The whole country knows me but do they even know my notice. I demanded myself to strickle a seat and think is this whole Good Life masquerade even worth it if t he people on know me for my good industrial plant but yet not even know my name.The door opens and the verbalize comes in Mister Wealthy its time for your speech, I somewhat incline myself out in front of millions and say The honor to stand out front the people of America the people who work hard and realize that it doesnt matter where you came from it only matters were your going and how you get there the success of a life time done in one year is swell the people thought but the occasion is it worth it, the threats of murder for money is it worth it, Some you dont even know my name the name of the man with millions of thousands. The name of your Hero you clam is Patrick Luis Thats my name not these titles you give me. I leave this Speech with One thing my Honor for I am just a man in a suit a man with a life just like you I am just a man not a GOD