Bill of Sale
You bought it , and everything
you hoped it would lend to your
appearance
you worked so hard
to land that idea
that you could own not
only yourself …………..but what others
might think of you ..
me ……….I’ve inherited what is old
and has been handed down
for many millennia
an inheritance ……so old
that many have regarded the hand me downs
as rags …
That my character ………..our origin
was to be that which our father’s DNA
would determine …
oh did I forget …this particular father
has more qualities than can be counted …
when one is lost in things they think are
new ………….oh but so old …
because they trade you like stocks
up today …and bankrupt tomorrow ..
you really don’t own anything …except what
the world says you do ….
Me , I accepted I own nothing ..am only
a care taker of the glorious room
I currently occupy ..
and those whom are the gifted
occupants for whom I care …
Bankruptcy ….not of money but
of every quality that determines
the value of
a man …(or woman since you count us out)
among men , only those whom
have taken learning
to a whole new level
ever become someone …………….
that is a voice worthy
to whom others may follow…
but this voice is old ….older than
any of us can know ………….or comprehend
me ….I just like to listen
wisdom
and understanding …………is to be preferred
over all knowledge and pursuit..
but those who hold my
heart
are likely those to whom I will give
all that I know…
Mined …
All rights reserved © 2015 C Michael Miller
Poetry of Providence
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