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SLAVES OF MATERIALISM
Frail are we human beings
Always resigned
To the pleasures of the flesh.
Be it when we are happiest
Or when we are saddest.
Our spirituality has withered
Like an autumn
Which can now only welcome winter.
Spring is no longer the season
That was a festival of joy
For our tired and over-worked hearts and minds
Nor for our aching-to-be-healed souls.
We have become slaves of materialism
So what hope of revival can spring bring for us?
this is another great poem...you are a very wise man...far beyond your years...love reading your poems...Never stop writing.....You see life as
it is, not as one wants it to be....Of course I
have told you already you are one of my favorite
poets...God bless......
like the poem....very good and deep. what hope do we have in this economy?? times are so hard. things are only getting harder.....but maybe and hopefully things will get better.
like the poem.