The poverty of wealth.
Oh! How when young, we with arrogance untold,
thought the panacea of life was acquisition of gold,
to traverse this world with pompous air divine,
life then bespeckled, fostered through one's jeweled mine;
Oh! How life's oration taught us, how much less
is fortunes worth, than rich smiles of happiness,
thus greed we find is but rage in low degree,
when in narrow pursuit, a wider vista never see,
nor conceive the naked truth, aborted and unblessed,
walk a narrow path, each laboured footstep stress'd,
yet smiling condemn the poor, forever their empty store,
know not the dignity that emulates behind the cottage door,
who are satisfied, with free flighted simplistic things,
compares well, with constant hunger of gold waring Kings,
who divorce themselves, from the poor and happy throng,
yet with pomp and pageantry there false attire belong,
exhibit their fragile posture, begging alms of flattery,
languish blindfold, hold on tight to their transparentcy,
whilst the humble with wry smile, forever each their own,
sad the privileged rich, alas their individuality has flown,
yet in blushless conceit, they constantly request
from there low born minions,gold to keep there coffers blest,
smiling savour there ill-gotten hoard, in vain glory forever told,
that seems to illustrate the wretched impotency of gold,
thus better far, walk proud, free from chains and fetters
and cleanse the heart from greed's false letters.
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Posted: May 2015
About this poem:
A reflection that wealth is not what is in the pocket, but what's in the heart
Comments (11)
My respects Phil. ..l do abhor the injustice of poverty but let's be thankful for what we have.
Thanks for a grand read that teaches humanity the value of humility.
Your friend,
Phyllis
There is a wealth of wisdom in your wise words. It grieves me that there are those who live very well indeed, and who yet are not satisfied. The fine house, the prestige car, large flat screen television and etc. etc. etc.
I saw real third world poverty as a young man when visiting such places as The Persian Gulf and Hong Kong: Families whose home is half-a-dozen empty 45 gallon oil drums over which was attached a few yards of plastic sheeting with maybe a little corrugated iron which served to protect against whatever elements came their way - living on the equivalent of 2 American dollars a week - and that for mum and dad and maybe 3 or 4 kids.
Seeing that with my own eyes made an indelible impression on me and the images remain with me to this day. I own to many faults, but I have generally been content with my lot ever since witnessing such deprivation, and grateful for what bounty has come my way over the years.
And obviously there is that great universal truth: One can be as rich as Croesus, but when we shrug our mortal coils we can't take it with us.
Cheers
Bill
But success is now bred in that its more about wealth than humanity, such a shame.
Enjoyed your depiction of an unfair society.
Rob
Phil.
Phil.
Cheers, Phil.
Phil.
Need I say more....