we grip the threads of success
maybe once or twice
if we are lucky - none at all
is the typical way it goes...
some of us, spin gold just as
easily as sipping a cup of tea
in the afternoon gardens
of our neighbor's desires...
we were destined to be wealthy
or poor - no in-between...
not just yet anyway - we will
know more tomorrow we believe,
nocturnal fences we build then
destroy as our needs progress,
and we stumble over currencies
lying around on the floor...
as if it dropped off of trees
we planted the other day...
it comes easy to some of us
others not so much but we get it
all the same, sharing it with those
who need it less and less...
a graveyard of new ideas
a river to float them on
bored navigators sitting on docks
waiting to toss out the line...
the wealthy never get greedy
they just get wealthier
never hesitating to keep it close.
March 22, 2025
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