Steve Jobs

Steve Jobs

The common
man toils

A burnin
star

Comes from
America

The turban
of wealth

On his
head

And the
grace of
a queen

Dont look
at me

It’s the
effect

Of Nature’s
wealth

Hunts for
solace &
peace

Goes to
the poor
man’s hut

While he
lay asleep

All skeletons
and bones

The sight
not pretty

Runs for
his life

Back to
his palace

The day
dawns

All not
good

The first
sight

Of Native
India

Awakens the
light in
thee

Here is
“Apple”

The creation
of “Steve Jobs”

Who waits
in penance

For another
ride

Caution: This might be all theory

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