Fools Buy the Glitter
Faith’s coronet trumpets my quest every day
searching the skies and the soul for a way
through ubiquitous mire, muck and mud
dodging arrows, bullets drones and Scuds
Persistence is its own reward, they say
though I can’t cook it, drive it, or put it to bed
Money is better than conversation
all those words that didn’t need to be said
Fools buy the glitter, wise men the gold
the world doesn’t stop ‘cos I’ve gotten old
More and more news and useless inventions
from folks with mostly good intentions…
Another generation now come and gone
failing once more to right all the wrongs
of a world that barely blinked at their presence
whose winds wailed, then whispered ‘evanescence’
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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