The Virtue Vendor came to town today,
his wagon filled with assorted goods.
It didn't take long for a line to form.
I hesitated, but I knew I should
restock my supply of Patience and Peace,
and while I'm at it, I'll ask if I could
have a small container of Joy.
The Vendor rolls in about once a month
with everything a man could need,
boxes of Kindness, sacks full of Hope,
Generosity, too, to fight off our greed.
One time he got sick and missed a month.
You should have heard us beg and plead.
You just can't live without Virtues!
I rue the day when the Vendor dies.
Some dependable person will take his place.
But the Vendor knows what this village needs.
We can't get along without a case of Grace.
We all wonder who the replacement will be,
it will take a strong person to keep up the pace.
What's that? Who, me??
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(a wonderfully metaphorical conceptualisation
really helped to synthesise the nucleus
of your poems message, I found
thanks for sharing, dear poet)
a world without 'marketed Virtue', what a horror to consider
almost like a world
with diminishing reliance on 'institutionalised belief systems'
still, as chaotic a reality - we of modernity traverse
somehow, we seem to be carving: a path...
so lets all hope: 'we will survive!'
I enjoyed your writing here. Made me think and smile. (Honestly, I probably need the Vendor to visit once a week instead of once a month)
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