At Peace
46.
At Peace
I care not a fig for untold riches
Or the tainted pearls of the sea.
I will pursue no golden treasure
Lest its tentacles vanquish me.
I'm at peace with my surroundings
Cherishing the gifts I have received
And if and when I depart this Earth...
My death will set me free.
The End
47.
Pain
Pain is born of meanderings
That to some seem justly served
But on further recollection... it
Seems petulant and undeserved.
I'm not implying an immunity
To the arrows pain may send.
Just keep it at a distance
And not make of it a friend.
The End
48.
Wisdom
Wisdom is not readily accessible
By some who claim to know its lair.
They strut and swagger to no avail
Finding only hubris lurking there.
They parade about like jackals with
No perspective to admire... hoping
To deceive and bilk the rest of us
And reconcile to their desires.
Resist we must to these endeavors
As they breed like roaches in the gloom.
We must gird against such malcontents...
These architects of doom.
The End
49.
Frozen by Her Light
She was pretty as a daffodil...
As bold as summer rain.
She walked a walk of elegance
To treasure my domain.
I was breathless in her shadow...
I was frozen by her light
As she turned and subtly smiled
Before she vanished from my sight.
The End
50.
Love Be Fraught
Love is fraught with complications
With no sense that I can see.
It makes a prisoner of all who lapse
Into its charade and mockery.
Would I assume a different path
To avoid this curse I now deplore?
My foolery knows no measure...
I remain a beggar at its door.
The End
Copyright © David Mchattie | Year Posted 2022
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