Final Blast of Contentment
Papers everywhere with words of deception
Casting out the times own torrent
Lifting off the eaves of secured gates
Obviously written so long ago
Fine comb--untangles our misery
Leaving money outside the door
Nothing is quite as free as usual
Now we eat what has been given before
Watch our poignant eyes defeat
Words do carry where the heart imitates
Left our devices to our own heels
Lost within the wind of long ago
Now lifting, heightening timepieces
Above our heads they become more real
Money isn’t about what’s left over
But rather--the final blast of contentment
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2017
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