A man collects his treasures.
Treasures collect their dust.
He worries for his tarnished image
as if it too were golden.
The staff by which he measures
serves also as his crutch
supporting him and his vanity
serving only to embolden.
The arrogance of ignorance
feeds on foolish pride
and impotent importance
of which Solomon foretold.
Man dedicates and decorates with treasures
and desecrates his life
by polishing his image
as if it too were gold.
1 comment:
This is true of some people, even myself. Sometimes, I live my life in a life which is not my own, but like the veneer, one that is pretended to be the real thing, unable to erupt what is there for the sake of my own reputation. I have found you can't buy happiness, but we continue to try. This is a good one.
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