No one takes it home
They come and try
I watch them deny
The price, I displayed
Is Soul Work
Emotion-coated quirks
A quality that doesn't
Have it's gauge defined
Little consensus
Alot of free trials
They try and they leave
Like thin sand
Through a golden sieve
Pretty much, I don't sell
And their minds dwell
On how much it takes
To make my living, alive
Some are jealous
Of my riches
Some make fun
Of my poverty
Little consensus
A lot of free speech
About what lies
Beyond their reach.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
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Quality is remembered long after price is forgotten. I can't remember who said that, could have been Aldo Gucci, but should have been Arthur Stace.
Thanks alot for this reflection...
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