your ideals lie glistening
priceless
mine lie in a beggar's bent bowl
small change
your gods bask in glory that's
illimitable
and mine walk around for they're
my people
you have just one life to
live
i could disappear i could die
many times over
but for luck someone wise says all lies
in the minds
then why must your ideals cost me
my ordinary happiness
2 comments:
Wish I could write verse like you do. Lovely reading!
your poetry slows down time. Thats a compliment sugarcane shopper!
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