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When unsurpassed greed's uncontrolled
King Midas' story be told!
The steps to his stash
Cast his daughter for cash
She's an allegory of gold


Author's note: I had a vivid dream a few nights ago.  Part of it included a feeling that I needed to check my personal stash of valuables.  I thought the items were locked in the basement.  However, when I came to the door to the staircase leading down expecting it to be locked, it was ajar.  I opened it all the way, and there was a child coming up the steps.  We looked at each other, and the child tumbled down the stairs and appeared dead.  It was a terrible feeling.  The poem above is one interpretation of what I might have been trying to tell myself.  There are other interpretations as well.  However, I am left with the idea that our society's focus on the material is destroying our love for each other and our families.  This is a huge problem for me and has taken a lot of my thought time over the past few days.  Meanwhile, I tell myself to enjoy each day, and I try.

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