A little boy born with a silver spoon
Got all he wanted even a golden room
Dad, a marvelous man with a heart
Mom, a spectacular queen with no cat
With all the love in the world, he grew
But fate came with another point of view
Life so hard, his path he had to find
No longer depending on Dad to grind
Tried school, but fate locked him out
Higher institution, not yet a path to scout
A job came next, he had never done
So necessary or the food would be gone
Into college, a half decade later
Life, finally getting better, he thought after
Little did he know he advanced to another chapter
A chapter filled with casts with different roles
How hard it would be to figure out his goals
He still fights so hard to attain perfection
But the struggle for perfection, is a bumpy road to the Mansion
About the Creator
Was I a Model in Japan?
During my time in Nagoya I worked and lived at the strangely famous hostel and café Nagonoya. With its chequered floors and florescent lighting it felt quite dated, but I think that was supposed to be part of the charm. The dorms were always fully booked on weekends with domestic tourists and there was always a buzz in the downstairs café. Camera crews were constantly in and out of the place interviewing the Japanese staff members who worked the café. I think it had something to do with the egg sandwiches. At least that was what was on most of the merchandise, except for that one dishcloth with the owner’s face on it. Was I being employed by a local celebrity?
By Susanna Kiernan5 days ago in Wander
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