Prosperity can be a pilfering pirate
Recklessly raging the
seven seas,
Never quite quenching the
cavernous craving
That mangles the mindset
Like bent twisted trees.
“More,” cries the
cringing crowd.
“Forever more.”
Never enough when there’s
more to be mined.
But wealth is rewarded
with misery’s mystery
Fraught with the folly
that all might unwind.
Minions who manage on
paltry possessions
Seek solace in prospect
mere money can’t bring.
The freedom of
fellowship,
Kindness and kinship
Silently soar on
unwavering wings.
And we who are left to
review the reward
May only observe absolute
acclamation.
The fortune of love we
find for each other is
The greatest of gifts
since the dawn of creation.
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