Fragility of Wealth

Fragility of Wealth by Odin Roark He had known riches, This man wandering desolate landscapes, Once so generous of harvest. But now… He had seen it coming, It was but a matter of which dawn, Which sundown Which star-filled night Would be the last. Acceptance was hard. Most everything was gone, Leaving behind a barrenness, Likely past any will to start over. Nature was tired. And… He too was wearing down. So much. So fast. It was only yesterday That he lingered there, Peering inside the darkened diner, A favorite he so often visited. The lingering image of its pink and green neon, Now but broken glass, Its always bright surroundings Just another dark remnant of what once was. Only the ghost of his friendly waitress remained. Enamored with her focus, he used to tell her As he read her philosophical scribbles Just below her “Thank You” part of the breakfast check, “You’re an idealist in a funeral parlor.” But he looked forward to the always provocative thought To help another twenty-four hour stretch of fear, The ever-present rich man’s curse. “Happy people are the only people, the rest are only human.” Fullmer “The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved.” Hugo And then there was the quote that brought him to where he was today. “Most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste That they hurry past it.” Kierkegaard He’d lost track of the miles covered, But glancing down, incongruity stared back at him. Why here? Why this place? Why a star fish? This once deep-water testimony to life, Reduced to a still life intransigence of purpose, Insisted the man consider his own evolution. So… Why had man been made to challenge The many storms and waves Nature had in store? Had civilization just plain f**ked up? Yeah… Well… He too would soon be dead, With only his dapper suit And plastic boutonniere To die with. Perplexed, he gazed down at the once alive creature. How does such beautiful simplicity Retain so much of its treasure?