PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

And we chase a name, or wealth sublime

To shy away from work unkind.

There are the few who have married the two,

But curse them; the happy few.

Wasted in words that aren’t your own;

For the greater few, for profits grown,

But don’t yet revolt or show despair,

We’ll pay you ill, or for maternity care.

When life revolves around money steady;

The safety of assurance in the next penny,

We sell the world we’d hoped in wanting

For just ourselves in dreaming haunting.

But perhaps we don’t all live for we,

But for more of us, our loves we lead.

But without the care of cause distilled

Or love of vision left unshilled

We’ll rue the day we stumbled in

To cycled safety, of sloth unhinged.