Poverty some suffer by chance
others select it by choice
In this life there's a dance,
where nothingness' partner may rejoice
Poverty of health or wealth
does not mean destitution of the soul
But when one gains by stealth,
we have to ask what is life's goal?
To have nothing to loose is freeing,
standing with your back to the wall
All you have is your own being,
knowing, nothing more can hurt you at all
Giving up what one values is hard
There is beauty in the asthetic
But the trust to throw in one's last card,
is the choice, giving peace to the acsetic
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: April 19th, 2023 06:52
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments8
Certainly also a message to those who may be tempted by ill gotten gains, do not sell your soul. Nice piece
Thank you for your welcome review and most kind comment
...the simple and the clear makes the most of that last card. Or so one can presume! Thanks for feeding thought.
Thanks for the review and comment Cryptic. When you get to the last card things are simple and clear, win or loose.
Good write SB.
A daft tale - I gave someone a pack of cards. I said if the last card I choose in the pack is the Ace of Spades, you owe me £10 million.
He did not know they were ALL Ace of Spades! lol.
Thanks Orchidee, I used to like to use a Svengali deck, where every other card was the same and the other cards were shaved so that wherever you cut you would get the same card but people would only see the different ones. A stacked deck is the only way to guarantee a win.
Wonderful poem, and your third stanza is certainly one to contemplate and reflect upon. This piece gave me so much to think about, and touches on a question I ask my self daily, "Who am I really, and what do I value?" Thank you dear friend, your words are always inspiring and thought-filled.
Thank you dear Bella for the review and most kind words.
Wonderful poem, and your third stanza is certainly one to contemplate and reflect upon. This piece gave me so much to think about, and touches on a question I ask my self daily, "Who am I really, and what do I value?" Thank you dear friend, your words are always inspiring and thought-filled.
Trust must always be there in our life for it to progress Soren.
Andy
Thank you Gold for the review and support
Brilliant!
Thanks so much for the visit and kind comment L.B.
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