Nod To Greed
His was a lifetime
spent grabbing
storing
stashing
garnering
stealing
collecting
depositing
amassing...
Try-try-trying to fill
his soul hole carved deep
from his once upon a time
of having naught.
But alas, all was
but a swamping sinkhole,
each stash more greedy-desperate,
and heavier
than the last.
In the end
all was as nothing,
An aggradation,
too heavy
to carry forward
Sinking down with him,
now buried.
now forgotten.
Even in death
he gave nothing.
Man is remembered
for what he gives
Not for what he takes.
Copyright © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2023
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