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 a youth
from a poverty
of having nothing.
But all was but a sinkhole
each stash
more greedy-desperate
and heavier
than the last.
In the end
all was as nothing
An aggradation,
too heavy
for the man
to carry forward,
Sinking down with him
now buried
and forgotten.
‘Tis said,
A man is remembered
for what he gives,
Not for what he takes.
Copyright © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment