Olympiad
Among the many,
with their infinite postures to love
postulate the feign of wealth
and the aquisition thereof;
So much to have and so much not,
there is always 'less' than more to hold
and to have
Thine eye is full of witnessing
no gold could buy;
Though endless its glitter ----
a sea of good fortune
A mountain but its footstool too high;
the fool sits unbeknownst on his hill,
blind for silver and all that shines;
They call him 'greed' on whom who fears
the unwritten scripture:
' Among the many, only love champions' a solution'
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2016
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