In truth, this kind of prompt’s wasted on me
For I have all I want, substantially
I can go where I will most of my days
But get quite little from prideful displays
Of pomp or wealth. These things bring comforts, true:
But also bear a price as all things do,
The cost of living shackled to one’s gold
To rise and fall as it does, and grow old
In knowing every place you go’s for show.
The vanity of life that all can know
If ever money takes at last its pawn
A soul that’s wasted, then forever gone
And so if all resource to use was mine
I hope that I’d leave most of it behind
= = = =
(Note – I realize this is cheating and doesn’t answer the prompt. I also realize it makes me sound nobler than I really am. Take my word for it — I’m not.)
ah but such truth in what you wrote
Thank you.
Love the disclaimer. It would be nice if we could live up to that image though, wouldn’t it?
It would indeed, although I sometimes think more people live that way quietly than we’re aware of.
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hehe, what a nice poem
Yes!!! I had the same feeling at the prompt so you took my words. I could only write a fantasy for one who had nothing.
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