The Lucky Ones —Version 2
A positive poem — Written in Middle English
The lucky ones are those who have fallen from the arms of sorrow. Thou shall not be one plunged alongside today, thus, withstand farther inevitable exertion. Thy sturdy backbone to hold thyself firm against billingsgate. Consideration remains to behold beyond thyself. Thou defend the forlorn forasmuch as thou be compassionate. Heed the shape of trumpery afore thou shall blunder. Thy triumph shall outlast any discontent. Thou shall reject the blindfolded to behold as the lucky ones. Thou bear relentless endurance through the calamity route. Where thy bleak thoughts assured to turn joyous. Thou shall bide thy time to reunite alongside the lucky ones. The flying erstwhile souls.
The Lucky Ones — Version 1 A pessimistic poem accompanied by some Middle English
The Lucky Ones — Version 3 A death wish poem — Written in Modern English






