Think about this...
Posted By: Liz
Posted On: Oct, 21-2008   Report inappropriate content

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I read this poem today- the authors name was not listed. But it was written near the end of his life after he had many regrets of forgetting what was most important to him. Sadly he focused on money only, so that is what he ended up with- money only. I think our country needs to read this and stop and think- are you an alien- what is important to you?? I'm an Alien... I’m an alien, to the faith my mother taught me. I’m a stranger to the God that heard my mother when she cried. I’m an alien to the comfort that, “Now I lay me,” brought me. To the everlasting arms that held my father when he died. When the great world came and called me, I deserted all to follow. Never nothing in my blindness I had slipped my hand from His. Never dreaming in my dazedness that the bubble fame is hollow. That the wealth of gold is tinsel, as I since have learned it is. I have spent a lifetime seeking things I spurred when I found them, I have fought and been rewarded in many a winning cause, But I’d give it all, fame and fortune and the pleasures that surround them, If I only had the faith that made my mother what she was.