A man was born to riches,
And draped in luxury,
The life of most men's wishes seemed his plain reality.
He held the finest objects,
His footsteps shone with gold,
All this, unless he should forget to do as he was told.
Written by: Larry Sansone. In order to hone my writing skills (and for my own silly amusement) I am launching the O.C.P. Project: one poem per day for one year. I started the project on Jan.1, 2011 and completed the last poem on Jan. 1, 2012. Poems will be posted daily, whenever possible.
