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’